PWAHAHAHAHHAHHA! Here I am… yet again… You know… I really should be doing my socials… oh, who cares?
/I care./
Who the hell are you?
/I am your brain, now, STUDY/
Go away!
/Call me Nish Nish! The Study BRAIN/
I AM NISH NISH! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! –bangs head against wall–
/NO! Study/
–bangs head repetitively against wall–
/Like… peace out man, whoa, im a BRAIN/
uh… R u all rite der?
/Up where/
I gonna havata rite a khaptur! Feel the utmost calm… feel free/
HEY! You TWO! Stop goofing OFF!
yoooo, Hoo iz u?
LOOK at what you've done to her! ill have to fix her now…
–fixes Nishasha's brain and Nishasha–
/Who is that/
Why am I stuck with imbeciles, God? WHY?
/HEY! I am a BRAIN/
I'm Nishasha's muse... B'dobb.
COOL!
/I thought I was your muse/
Now I have A REAL muse!
/ I'm on strike/
Nishasha's face goes blank-
You just had to do that eh? –fixes Nishasha– Get on to the reviews!
Yes MA'AM!
Reviews
sweet-captor: ew?Is that a good thing or a bad thing?
kikakai: I NOE! He's EVIL! EVIL I TELL YOU! EVIL! I hate him!
SaKuRa-Mina:Yukio is a total DIGUSTORAMA! LIKE… EW! OH! I get what sweet-captor meant now… I think
Babybluestarangel: What's going to happen next? What's going to happen next? I'll tell you what's going to happen next… STUFF!
Buunbuun: Yeah,Yukio molested Syaoran too! That sick dirty bastard! I hold nothing against bisexuals, just PEDOPHILES! And RAPISTS! Like HIM!
LadyTrista: We're all sick at heart
whoa: I love deep and freaky things… MWAHAHHAHA! I want to know what happens next too! Oh wait, I do! I know all the way to chapter FIVE! Now… to get it all typed… hmmm…
Dragonstar03: I'm glad you think it's good even with the gross content
Sakura Sayoran: I love it when people talk to their own brains… MwAHAHAHAH! I have to stop laughing… I NOE! They have to ESCAPE! But when? Hmmmm… I'll have to think about that… MWAHAHAHAHHAHA!
Initial Beginning
"…" Speech
'…' Thoughts
/.../ Inner Thoughts
Disclaimer: I still don't own CCS. I do own this plot! and I own all of Yukio's dirty perverted ass. -.-;
Find Hope
Chapter Four…
"Hoe-uh…" Sakura moaned.
God, this is painful...
Last night had been especially rough. Yukio had managed to keep her up all night, until four in the morning. Sighing, she rolled over and clicked off her annoying alarm clock which had been beeping for about a minute now. Yukio sure had made up for those three days….
Bleh, 6:01…. Time to attack the shower...
She walked through her morning routine in a half-asleep daze. Get out of bed; yawn; grab clothes from closet; almost trip over homework and fully wake up at that point; grab foot and silently curse.
She opened the door, slowly, very slowly, making sure it didn't creak. She stuck her head out her door and checked if there was anyone out there.
The coast was clear.
She tiptoed silently to the bathroom, her light feet making quiet 'pad-pad' noises against the hardwood flooring. She took hold of the doorknob and twisted it slowly. It didn't open.
She sighed. It must have been stuck again. Continuing to sigh, she jiggled the knob a couple times, trying to get it to open. It still didn't move. She swung her clothes over her shoulder andgrasped the handle with both hands. Bracing herself, she pulled as hard as she could on the knob, yanking back with all her strength. It still did not move.
She was now pissed off enough to try to attack the bathroom door; she didn't remember why she had taken the care of being so quiet. She raised her arm and was about to pound the door down with her bare fists when the door opened, revealing a very wet Syaoran with his hair plastered to his head.
"Yes?" he asked.
"You cow!" hissed Sakura. "This ismytime in the bathroom!" She stared up at him glaring. "That'smy bathroom! And I'm supposed to use it now!" To emphasize her point, she poked him hard on his bare chest.
BARE CHEST?
Sakura looked down to her hand. Oh yeah, his chest was bare. Her eyes widened and she blushed, stepping back. She looked down andsaw that he was covered with a white towel. Oh lord... she had just poked a half-naked male. Sure, she did a hell of a lot worse with Step-Papa, but hey, this guy was a freaking stranger!
Syaoran, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice. Actually, he did. He was currently staring at the spot where she had poked him. "Your bathroom, huh?" He looked up at her, his face expressionless. "Let me get my things."
He turned around and walked into the bathroom. Sakura followed him up to the doorway, and leaned against the wall, watching him.She tried to stop herself from watching him.
Oh god... turn around Sakura! Avert your eyes! Avert! You know you don't want to watch...
Oh what the hell...
She gave up her internal struggle and watched him. She saw his back muscles tense and relax as he leaned over, grabbing his clothes. God, he was hot. And lord, he had muscles. And abs. And god knew what else.
He got up and walked over to her. A confused look crossed Sakura's face. What was he doing? He walked towards her until he was right in front of her. Then, he leaned in closer and closer, until she could feel his breath on her ear. She shuddered at the sensation and felt her heart beat faster.
"You can use your bathroom now." His voice was harsh and hostile. "I see you had the same idea as me; waking up early so that Uncle Yukio wouldn't bother you. Am I right?" He pulled away from her and stared her in the eye.
"Excuse me?" answered Sakura, glaring straight back at him. How dare he imply that she was second to him. "I had the same idea as you? I've been doing this since I was in grade five, Xiao-Lang. This is my turf. And that," she said as she pointed behind him, "is my bathroom."
He looked at her, tilting his head. "Since grade five?"
"Yes, since the beginning of grade five to be exact. Why, do you have a problem with that?"
"Nothing happened to me until the summer of grade five."
Sakura stared at him. She didn't see why he had just said that. Things like that were not supposed to be spoken of. Suddenly, she felt the desperate need to get his hands off her shoulders, to break eye contact with him, to do something that would force him away from her.
"I bet you thought that when I came here, he'd forget about you, huh? That you'd be free to do what you wanted." His voice was icy and his words were too close to what she really felt to be comfortable.
She froze. The urge to move, to run, to scream rushed through her body. The urge to do something that would make him shut up started to rush through her as well.
/It's true you know, Sakura. You did wish that he would take away Step-Papa's attention./
But, I didn't know-
/You thought you'd be free. You thought a lot of very mean things. And you know why, because you're bad; because you're evil. "You are a dirty, sick child."/ Yukio's words echoed in her mind. Ringing true in every way.
I am, aren't I? She sighed. The world wasn't fair.
Before she could do anything, before she could try to pretend that she was not evil, before she could try to tell him that she was not dirty, he moved, and walked out the door. She stared after him, watching him go. He walked into his room, the guest room, and shut the door.
/Bad child, look what you've done. Instead of making him like you, you've pushed him away. I guess its cause you're a bad dirty-/
SHUT UP!
Her inner voice shut up and she scrambled into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Wiping away tears, she got ready for school.
Syaoran walked out of his new room several minutes later. He wore a white shirt over a black tee-shirt. Around his neck was a spiked dog collar and he had a silver watch on his wrist. He wore black baggy pants that only reached his knees and a pair of well worn shoes.
Damn, thought Syaoran as he made some toast. Why am I such a bastard? He threw the bread into the toaster.
/Because you are evil./
Shut up will you? Syaoran frowned and pulled a chair out from the table before he sat down. I know I'm evil. It's my fault that I get used every night. It's my fault that they want me. It's all my fault. But it's not her fault that she might have thought bad things about me. I thought bad things about her too.
/So, you're twice as evil as she may be./
I am. I thought that when I came here, it would be better. That Mother was sending me there to keep me away from the men that she brought home each night.
/Oh how wrong you were. She brought you here to punish you. Because you are evil. Because you are a dirty, sick, perverted little child./
Well, she always gave me trinkets and things to make up for it. So, I couldn't have been that evil.
/Oh, but you were. Remember that conversation your mother had? The one where she said "That son of mine is horrible! The only way to keep the devils in him from getting out is to punish him. But then the devils will be angered, so we must lavish him with gifts to keep him happy. Happy and in pain. That will keep the devils down–"/
SHUT UP!
His head was silent. He put his head in his hands. Oh yeah Li, that was the perfect way to make Sakura like you, scare the living daylights out of her by telling her what you think she thinks.
He snorted. Sometimes he was just too stupid for his own good. He frowned. Was it just him or did the air smell weird? It smelled like... burning?
He paused and sniffed at the air. Something was burning. It smelled like... his eyes widened. His toast!
He leapt up and grabbed his pieces of toast, which were now burnt black. Throwing them from hand to hand, he sat down and automatically started to chew. It's not good to waste food. That makes Mother mad.
/Mother's not here now is she/
No, but Uncle Yukio is.
Sakura exited the bathroom with her hair flopping all over her face. She blew it up away from her eyes, but it just flopped back down. She wore a red tank top beneath a black net shirt. She accessorized with a spiked dog collar and studded bracelets. She wore deep red skater pants and a pair of black, metal tipped boots.
She grabbed her backpack from her room and tiptoed as quietly as possible into the kitchen where she saw Syaoran eating a slice of severely burnt bread. Raising an eyebrow, she began to make her own toast, her back to Syaoran.
"I'm sorry."
Sakura blinked several times. "Excuse me?" she asked, still facing the wall.
"I said 'I'm sorry.' I'm sorry I said those stupid things to you. I don't know what I was thinking. It's just, I wanted to know if you thought the same things I did."
Sakura was confused. She'd just spent several minutes crying in the shower and the idiot was apoligizing now? She shifted from foot to foot. "Are you saying you thought that coming here would make things better for you? That in coming here, I would take up the attention and you'd be left scot-free?"
"Not entirely. To tell you the truth, I had no clue why I came here. Or where here was for that matter." He shrugged, though she couldn't see it.
"I didn't know you were coming here until I saw you." She took her evenly browned toast out of the toaster and sat down across from him.
"I didn't know who you were until Uncle Yukio told me. I thought things would be better here."
"Things aren't good here," mumbled Sakura.
"I know," answered Syaoran.
They chewed on their toast in silence for a while. Syaoran finished first and he stared at Sakura for a while.
Sakura finished her toast and looked up to see Syaoran staring at her. "What, is there something on my face?" She swatted at her mouth, trying to brush away invisible crumbs.
"No, nothing wrong, I just wondered if you wanted a ride to school?"
"School? A Ride? As in, you drive and I sit and feel the wind flow through my hair?"
Syaoran smiled. "Yeah."
"Nope." Sakura got up and put her plate in the sink.
"Why not?"
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"If you don't know why you can't go with me, then you have no reason not to go with me, and so,you have to go with me."
"No. I'm not going with you." She grabbed her backpack and headed for the door.
He grabbed his bag and followed her. Then he jumped in front of her and blocked her way out. Grabbing her wrists, he held her in front of him. "Give me one good reason or I'm carrying you to my car."
"I… well, you see, there's a perfectly good reason as to why I should not get a ride with you." She could so totally bluff her way out of this.
"And that would be?" He stared at her.
Okay, so maybe there wasn't a way to bluff her way out.
"Fine, I'll take a stupid ride with you. Are you happy? Will you let go of my hands now?"
"Oh no," said Syaoran, lifting Sakura up, "I'm not letting you run away."
He carried herout of the houseand to the passenger seat of his Jaguar. Then he got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the garage.
Yay, I get a ride!
Sakura was feeling very happy at the moment, and was trying hard not to show it. Damn,Syaoran was pretty.In fact, he wasn't justpretty, he was really pretty. Pretty fly... for a Chinese guy.
Ohgod.
She had not just thought that.She shuddered and Syaoran noticed.
"Are you cold?" He asked innocently. "I can put up the heat if you want."
"No," answered Sakura, "Someone just walked over my grave."
"Uh… okay."
/ACK! SAKURA! Are you mental? SOMEONE JUST WALKED OVER MY GRAVE? How sad is that? You shall never learn now will you./
Oh, put a sock in it.
Soon they entered the student parking lot. Sakura got out of the car without a word to Syaoran. She didn't want to embarrass herself anymore.
Damn… this is boring…. Guess where I am! Guess where I am! I'm in the world's most boring place on earth! Mrs. Spool's class!
Sakura sighed and turned sideways, staring out the window yet again.
Hoe. What I wouldn't do to become a bird and fly straight out of this hellhole. Meh… They should at least play some kind of music or something in here to keep us awake.
I mean can we have a bit of non-boring noise in this room?I mean Mrs. Spool is a really, really boring lady with a really, really, boring voice. I wonder how she deals with it… does she even know that she's boring? I wonder what's worse… living in ignorance and not knowing you boring or knowing that you're boring and not being able to do anything about it?
Sakura's eyes started to follow the trail of a wispy grey cloud. She could make this place a hell of a lot more interesting if she played some music. Something lively, upbeat and popular. Like…I know, Hey Ya! By OutKast! That's really lively, really upbeat, and it sounds so cool!
Her head began to bob up and down as she sang to the music in her head. My baby don't mess around because she loves me so and this I know fo' sho'. And if she really wants ta' but can't stand to see me walk out the do'. Don't try to fight the feeling, 'cause the thought alone is killing me right now… Thank God for Mom and Dad for sticking through together 'cause we don't know how….
She paused a bit, and started to beat out the tempo on her desk with her fingernails. Hey fellas! What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold! I can't hear you! I said, I said, what's cooler than being cool? ICE COLD!
Her whole body began tomove as she moved her lips to the words, completely oblivious to the world around her.
All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all ri-
OH NO!
Why is everyone so quiet?
She slumped her shoulders and stopped drumming her fingers on the desk. She began to turn ever so slowly to Mrs. Spool's direction. She was looking straight at her. Huh? Why is she looking at me? Hmm… I wonder.
/Sakura you nitwit! She asked you a question./
Her eyes widened in shock. What do I do?
/Answer it./
What was the question?
/How should I know, I wasn't paying attention, I was staring out a window./
You cow! I should throw you away! I need a new brain.
"Well Sakura?" came Mrs. Spool's highly rhinal voice. "We're waiting yet again."
"Uh, well, you see Mrs. Spool, uh…" Sakura became flustered and began to flush a deep pink.
Oh Kami! Save me please!
Syaoran watched as Sakura stated to blush.
Stupid Mrs. Spool; why is she always picking on Sakura? There are tons of other kids who aren't paying attention.
His eyes swept around the room, confirming his thoughts. About seventy-five percent of the class was half-asleep. The remaining twenty-five percent were asleep.
He turned his gaze back to Sakura.
She looks pretty when she blushes.
He continued to stare at her with a silly grin on his face until he realized what he had just thought.
GAH! Did I say that?
He sighed. Life was starting to get rather complex yet again.
I better help her out. This teacher is practically the spawn of Satan. She was probably so boring, even he couldn't stand her so he sent her up here.
He chuckled to himself as Sakura continued to buy time, frantically reading the board. '
She thought fervently, Ididn't become a speed-reader by magic! I've had tons of practice! So why don't these words make sense?
Mrs. Spool was about to open her mouth when a voice called out from near Sakura.
"Sixty watts, Mrs. Spool."
Oh no… whoever said that is sure in for an earful. She's going to kick their ass, thought Sakura. They did save me though. I hope they're smart and they stay quiet though.
Mrs. Spool's eyes were bulging.
Uh oh, someone's having a temper tantrum.
Mrs. Spool sucked in her breath and puffed up like a blowfish. "Who said that?" she thundered. "Who said that? Who dares to defy my authority? Who? Who?"
Gee, she sure sounds like a little kid. Whining about nothing. No, strike that, she's an owl. All that 'who-who'ing makes her sound like one. And it doesn't help that her eyes are as big as saucers.
"I did," called outa voice.
Oh no! Shut up whoever you are! You're going to get in big trouble! Sakura felt horrible. Whoever had just helped her out was just making a bigger mess of things.
"Who? Who are you? Show yourself! Stand up! Up!"Mrs. Spoolwas bellowing now and Sakura thought she sounded very much like an angry hippopotamus.
Whoever you are, stay quiet, don't stand up! You're my rescuer! Don't get caught now!
Sakura noticed a motion at her side and gasped when Syaoran stood up. "I did it," came his clear voice. "Me."
"You? Why, y-you! YOU!"The teacher was sputtering; specks of her spittleflew all over the front row. "How dare you defy my authority!"
"Defy your authority?" He raised an eyebrow at her, causing her to turn a bright tomato red. "All I did was answer the question. Isn't that my job? Aren't I a student? It's not fair that Sakura always gets asked all the questions, I want to learn too." He casually crossed his arms and leaned back against the edge of this desk.
Oh no! screeched Sakura in her head. She tried to sendSyaoran an emergency life or death message. Sit down! Do NOT get her mad! You'll get a detention! You don't want a detention!
He didn't seem to receive it. And if he did, he didn't give a sign that he did.
Mrs. Spool's face was on the verge of turning purple. Her fists were balled and down at her sides, shaking. She was a powder keg and Syaoran had lit the fuse.
"You cocky little brat!" She sputtered at him. "That is it! I have had enough! Everyone gets double homework! And you!" she pointed a chubby finger at Syaoran, "You, little man, get detention!"
Syaoran stared at the teacher's chubby little finger. "Is that supposed to scare me?"
Oh Kami-sama!Syaoran, you know what Step-Papa does when you get detention! A bemused look crossed her face. Or do you? Oh no! You've neverhad detention!
"That is it!" exploded Mrs. Spool yet again. "I will notstand for this tomfoolery! I will not!"
Syaoran sat down, his face blank. Mrs. Spool calmed down somewhat but her face was still cast with a reddish tinge, as though she had on too much blusher. She continued to teach and Sakura went on thinking.
Syaoran! Step-Papa is going to be so mad! He doesn't like it when I have detention! Detention is not good! It's evil! And you know what happens to evil like you and me.
It must be punished.
When the bell rang, all the kids ran out the door, grumbling about the immense amount of homework scheduled for that night. Before leaving, Sakura shot Syaoran a sorrowful and tossed him a note before scurrying out the door.
Syaoran blinked. What on earth could that be? Looking up to see if Mrs. Spool was looking, (and she was not) he unfolded the note. He read it quickly and frowned at the childishly scrawled words.
Syaoran,
Detention was not a good idea. It's not good to anger Mrs. Spool or Step-Papa. Detentions anger Step-Papa in a way I do not believe you know of yet.
Please come home fast,
Sakura
Syaoran scowled, staring at thescrap of paper.
What does she mean detention wasn't a good idea? Detention is never an idea. Does she think I did this on purpose?
He had a confused look on his face as he analyzed the rest of the note.
It's not good to anger Mrs. Spool or Uncle? What a hypocrite! She makes Mrs. Spool mad all the time. Bah.
So... detentions anger Uncle in a way I do not know of yet…. Now what does that mean? Maybe some new type of torture? He's probably going to sell me to someone or something.
Please come home… fast? He paused. Does that mean she cares about me? That she wants to see my face quickly? That, that, she likes me? She wouldn't very well ask me to come home quickly if she didn't like me.
He blushed.
Ack, what does it matter?'
/It matters and you know it./
Gah!
Syaoran mentally attacked himself. He crumpled the note into a ball and threw it to the floor.
NO! What have I done? He grabbed the note and smoothed out all of its wrinkles before stashing it into his pocket.
"Now, Mr. Li!" screeched Mrs. Spool, interrupting his thoughts, "I shall teach you to never be cheeky again!"
And so, Syaoran's first detention at his new school began with an irate Mrs. Spool screaming away, strands of her hair flopping out of her beehive as she wriggled about, trying to emphasise the points of good behaviour in a classroom.
Sakura was running home. She couldn't be late today. Not when Syaoran had detention.
Step-Papa's going to kill him!
She shuddered as she ran, and not because of the cold. Her mind was on the memories of her first detention. When she had come home,Yukio had beaten her so badly that she had gone to the hospital. Yukio hadtold the hospital workersthat she had fallen down the stairs.
Panting, she neared her house. Slowing down, she walked down the path and opened the door.
"Step-Papa?" She called out, "Step-Papa, are you here?" She shut the door behind her and started to walk down the hallway.Where was he?She continued walking and suddenly there he was, in front of her, staring right into her emerald eyes. She looked down and tried not to look important.
He smiled and walked closer to her, eventually hugging her. She stiffened in his grasp but that only made him clutch her closer. "Where is the boy?" His voice was the same as it had always been. Gravelly and yet smooth.
Sakura swallowed hard. "I don't know."
Yukio's grip loosened and he stared at her straight in the eyes. "What do you mean you don't know where he is?"
Sakura licked her lips. "I mean, I don't know Step-Papa. I didn't see him today."
Yukio growled and pulled Sakura in for a particularly hard kiss. Seconds after, he threw her to the ground.
"You just had to ruin my day didn't you? Here I am, actually happy for once and you two ruin my day!" He sneered, his face morphing into a mask of disgust."I can't believe this! You should know where your evil counterpart is. Because you're both evil! Evil sticks together!" He kicked Sakura's ankle causing her to yelp in pain.
"Stupid kid! I'm going to teach that boy a lesson for not coming home on time!" He growled and stared down at Sakura, his upper lip curling into a scar. "What are you doing just sitting there? Go do your homework!"
Sakura got up quickly, grabbing her bag. As she passed Yukio, he smacked her butt and gave it a little squeeze, causing Sakura to pause and squeal a bit. He smiled a bit and walked off to his room as Sakura scurried into hers.
Hmm...thought Syaoran as he drove home. I wonder what Sakura was so worried about? That detention was so boring it was sad. She didn't even make sense after a while.
He looked at his watch. 5:00. Damn, I'm an hour late. I wonder what Sakura meant by a punishment that I don't know yet? Meh, it was probably nothing that I'm not used to yet.
He parked his car in front of the house, too lazy to drive it into the garage.I wonder what food we have today? He walked into the house and shut the door quietly. It was so quiet, he swore he could have heard a pin drop. not that he had any pins to drop or the urge to drop any. He strode into the living room where he saw the silhouette of Yukio.
"Hello Uncle Yukio," he said cheerfully. "How are you today?"
Yukio's silhouette grew as he rose out of his chair and turned to face him. "I am angered."
Syaoran shifted uncomfortably. What does he mean? He wondered how one was supposed to answer something like that.
"I am angered."
Good for you Uncle!
No... that didn't seem like a good idea.
"Do you wish to know why I am angered Syaoran?"
Do I have a choice?
"I am angered Syaoran," Yukio said as he took careful steps towards Syaoran, "because someone decided to come home late. On my special day. A day that I was very happy. Do you know who that person was?"
Syaoran blinked. "Was it me?"
Yukio's hand connected with Syaoran's face, leaving a pink handprint. Syaoran kept silent, trying to hold in his tears. The men who used to beat him always yelled at him when he cried.
Again his face was slapped, on the other side this time. He cringed, fighting back tears.
"Why… are… you… so… evil?" Each word was marked by another slap. "Why must you be so dirty? What is wrong with you? Why are you a bastard?" Yukio began to take his frustration out on Syaoran's body, punching him and kicking him wherever he could.
Yukio's body dwarfed Syaoran's so he was unable to fight back. He began to cry freely now, tears rolling down his face.
"Why are you crying?" Syaoran's tears only fuelled Yukio's fury. "Why are you crying?" he yelled. "Only dirty, sick children cry! Like you!" He punctuated the "you!" with a kick to his ribs. "Dirty little bastard child! You're fucked! You know what you are? You're fucked! Nobodywants you! Your mothermade me take you!"
Syaoran's painescalated. This was too much. Too much emotionally, too much physically, too much mentally, too much everything. He blacked out and entereda blissful land of darkness which he had become good friends with over the years.
What thehell is that noise?
Sakura opened her eyes. She rolled over and looked at her clock; it was 5:04 pm. What was making that noise?
She got up and pattered quietly to the door. She pressed her ear to the door and listened attentively. She could make out a faint murmur of sound. She opened the door a crack and listened even harder. She could hear the noise now. It was Step-Papa… but what on earth was he yelling for? She strained to listen and heard a few strands of noise.
"You're a menace to society!" The words were punctuated by large thumping noises.
Sakura's eyes widened.
Syaoran!
She ran out the door and to the living room and gasped at what she saw. Syaoran was lying on the ground and Yukio was kicking him over and over again, occasionally leaning over to punch his poor, battered body.
Without thinking, Sakura rushed to Yukio, and latched onto his arm.
"Step-Papa! Stop! You're hurting him!" she cried.
Yukio growled and flung Sakura over to a far wall. She landed with a painfulthunk. Yukio advanced towards her, scowling.
"Think you can tell me what to do?" He snarled at her, "Think you can keep me from hitting him?" He kicked Syaoran's limp body and smiled when he saw Sakura cringe. "Don't like that, huh?" He kicked Syaoran again and smiled even larger as he watched Sakura recoil at the sound of his boot hitting Syaoran's flesh.
He raised his leg, about to strike his body once more, but stopped when he saw Sakura get up and throw herself across Syaoran's body, weeping.
"Please, please Step-Papa! Please don't hurt him anymore, he's already unconscious! Please! You don't want to explain this to a hospital do you? Please, Step-Papa, leave him alone!" She stared up at Yukio, trying to blink back her tears as they trailed down her face.
Yukio frowned and then put his leg back down to his side. "I would not want to show him to a hospital." He paused,thinking deeply."They ask too many questions there and do not understand that you children are evil." He snorted."Fine, I won't hurt him anymore."
He tousled Sakura's hair roughly. "I bet you did this on purpose, Sakura. Made him get detention and intentionally did not tell him what happened when you get detention. My, my, what an evil child you are. For your deed of keeping him from the hospital, I shall not punish you tonight."
"Thank you Step-Papa!" whispered Sakura, her voice hoarsefrom her tears. "Thank you!"
Yukio walked out of the living room to his bedroom/office, leaving Sakura alone with Syaoran's lifeless body.
Sakura stared at Syao's body, her eyes tearing again. It was all her fault.Her step-father was right. She hadn't told Syaoran what happened if he got a detention. She hadn't warned him. It was all her fault. Again.
She began to cry harder, her tears soaking her cheeks and falling onto Syaoran's face. She wept while saying the same phrase, over and over, "My fault, Syao, all my fault…. My fault."
Syaoran moaned, wondering where he was. He wonderedif he was near a river; he could feelwater on his face.
He gasped and sucked in a deep breath as a jolt of pain ripped through his body. Suddenly he remembered it all; the detention, coming home late, Yukio using him as a punching bag. He could feel something dripping on his face, and hear something; it seemed like a whisper.
He opened his eyes and was surprised to see that he was looking up at Sakura. She was saying something and rocking his body back and forth, her tears flowing freely. He strained to hear her, trying to fight the fog that blocked his vision.
"I'm so sorry Syao… all my fault, this is all my fault… didn't tell you about detention…. I'm so sorry Syao, so sorry."
He started to move around.
Sakura.
Itisn't her fault. It's mine. I should have known things would be worse here.
"Sakura?" he called her name, trying to get her to stop her mantra.
"Syao?" She opened her eyes and blinked several times. "Oh Syaoran! I thought you died! It's all my fault and I didn't tell you what would happen if you had a detention and I'm really evil, I didn't tell you, evil, I'm so evil-" She blinked when he brought his hand to her lips.
"You're not evil. This is my fault too." He tried to wriggle a bit in her arms. The pain wasn't that bad. "Can you help me to my room?"
She bit her lip.Sheprobably didn't know how cute that was. He felt tingles go up his spine. "I don't know Syao, your room is farther than mine; you can stay in my room for the night."
He blinked and nodded. "Okay, sounds like a plan."
Slowly, they moved together, lifting Syaoran up and off the floor. He was half-dragged and half-self-propelled to her room. She laid him down on the bed slowly and slid out from under him to shut the door.
She started to open the closet and pull out blankets, which she then threw on the floor. He blinked. "What are you doing?"
She turned around and blushed, "I'm making my bed."
"On the floor? I don't think so."
"Do you expect me to sleep on the bed with you?"
"That's exactly what I expect."
Sakura froze in mid-action. "Hoe, I'm sorry, but I don't think I heard you right."
"I think you heard me just fine Sakura. Come on, turn off the light and come to the bed. I'm cold. I need something to keep up my body warmth." He waited for her reply, wondering if she was going to kick his ass for making such a lame excuse.
She shivered. She was cold too. It would be nice to sleep with someone else near her. Just sleep though.
"Okay… I guess."
Syaoran patted the side of the bed. "Come to me, darling!" he said in a seductive tone.
Sighing, Sakura switched off the light. "Say that again and I'll kick you in the balls."
"…"
"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say." She poked her alarm clock, turning it on and sat down on the edge of the bed. Taking a deep breath, she lay down on her side, as close to the edge of the mattress as possible.
She heard Syaoran chuckle. "Is something funny?" she hissed at him.
"Yeah. The fact that you think that I'll behave like Uncle."
Sakura froze. "I do not think that!"
"Then why are you on the other side of the bed as far away from me as possible? How am I supposed to get warm?"
He had a point. Sakura flushed in the dark and slowly inched closer and closer to Syaoran, her back to him. She sucked in her breath as he pulled the covers over them and swung his arm around her waist. The other arm was eased under her neck, until he was holding her like a teddy bear. She could feel his light breathing on her neck.
She snuggled closer to him, trying to gain some heat and realized he had been telling the truth; he was freezing. He shivered as she moved against him.
"Good night Sakura."
"Goodnight Syaoran."
Several minutes passed until Sakura heard Syao's voice again. "Sakura?"
"Yes Syaoran?"
"Are you mad at yourself?"
"Why would I be?" Of course I am you baboon! She wondered why he brought it up.
"Because you're very stubborn. And I think that you think that it's your fault of what happened today."
"No I don't. Syao, you're being silly. Now go to sleep." Because it is my fault. She wondered how on earth he was reading her mind.
He pulled her slowly until she was lying on her back, staring up into his eyes. She blinked. "If you are… It's not your fault. It's, well, I don't know whose; I just know that it's not ours. I swear."
Sakura stared up into Syaoran's deep chocolate orbs. "Thank you Syaoran," she said before snuggling into his shoulder and falling into a tranquil sleep.
"You're welcome Sakura…."
WOOT! ANOTHER CHAPPIE DEAD! Oh yeah! I have skills! –dances- TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! TELL ME! TELL ME! –dances in the rain-
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sigh- its… 12:10 am… mental… I have school tomorrow too… the things I do for you ppl… -sigh-
The above was edited as much as possible without taking away from the original idea. Oh how do I love thee export?
As for the A/N's... I will try to keep them as original as possible, no matter how stupid or goofy or immature or incredibly fucked up they make me sound. I must save the remnants of my childhood and my stupidity.
Thanks for reading,
Your mom, or Nish-Nish. Whichever you prefer.