Agent08 Reporting for Duty!
Disclaimer: Just so you knoooooooow, I wouldn't be making fan fiction right now if I owned CCS. But I don't. So don't sue me, please? x)
"..." - talking
italic font - thoughts
(A/N: ...) - my interruptions
bold font - point of view
The Flicker
Sakura -
The week went by slowly. Ever since our little encounter with Duncan occurred and we spent three hours working on our History essay, we didn't really speak to each other much unless it was necessary. So, the days went by like I said slowly, and not much had happened. With Tomoyo gone, nothing ever happens. She's the one that always creates the buzz and excitement in my life.
So the week rolled to a stop on Friday. I was in my History class, my head down low on the sleeves of my shirt. I blew my auburn bangs out of my face so I could get a clear view of the cherry blossom tree outside, moving back and forth with the wind. Beside the tree was the brown bench, tucked neatly inside its shade which I always sat on to get some peace and quiet. It was hidden from all the things I had to deal with. It was perfect, and with my busy week and most probably busy weekend, I knew I'd be spending lots of time there.
Out of the blue, I heard someone hissing behind me. I snapped out of my thoughts and turned violently back around, to face Syaoran. His eyes were hinting to me and someone standing before me. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and turned to face the direction of the board. I suddenly realized that when I turned to look, Professor Petrussic was towering above me with a stern look on his face. I swallowed hard.
"Miss Kinomoto?" he said, his hands on his hips and his foot tapping impatiently on the floor, "Are you with us, or do I have to repeat myself?"
Nothing could help me in my situation, but I tried the apologetic look anyway, "Sorry, Professor. I was a little out of it. Could you please repeat your sentence which you were addressing towards me?" I asked, all lady-like and proper. I felt like I wanted to vomit. I know Syaoran did too, hearing him snicker from behind me. I guess he's lived with me so long he knows that I'm not that kind of girl.
"Well, Miss Kinomoto," Petrussic began, pacing around me and my desk, "I was actually complimenting you on the History assignment you handed in to me on Tuesday. It was very well researched." he said, with a large smile on his face. His attention was turned towards Syaoran. "Yours too, Mr. Li! I was very impressed with the both of yours."
I turned around to wink at Syaoran. I guess all that research paid off in the end.
At that moment the bell sounded off, telling me that the weekend had finally come. All the students began to close their textbooks and stuff them in their bags. As we marched out of the room in our usual group of friends, Professor Petrussic began shouting behind us, telling us which assignment was due the next week so we wouldn't forget. I mentally added his assignment to my "To Do" list.
Without hesitation, I bolted out of the classroom as fast as I possibly could, and ran to the cherry blossom tree. When I finally arrived there, everything was in place. The grass was still as green as ever, the cherry blossoms were still dancing with the wind. The brown bench - my bench - was still standing on top of the soft, brown soil, waiting for me to take a seat in it and begin my day's work. It was during these kinds of moments that I wished there was more places like this in the world.
I sat cross-legged on the bench and unzipped my backpack. I took out all the textbooks that needed to be taken out and all my notebooks that had all my work in them. I tucked my pencil behind my ear and began to leaf through my large math textbook, which by the way feels like a ton of bricks in your arms. I let myself become part of the surrounding, just another cloud in the sky as I started to answer my difficult math questions. All I could hear was the ringing of the wind...Until, of course, my focus was rudely interrupted.
"Nice place you've got here," Syaoran complimented, his head twisting this way and that, soaking up every bit of what he was seeing. What the hell was he doing there? That was my spot! No one ever came here but me. How did he find out about it?
I slid the notebook off of my lap and stood up, "What are you doing here? How did you even get here?" I interrogated, wanting my questions to be answered. God, with Syaoran already being in basically all my classes and being my roommate, being where I am most of the time was only making it worse! Keyword here: BEING. Just being near me ticks me off. Didn't he get the point?
"Well, I kind of followed you - " Syaoran began. AHA! I knew he was following me! From the very moment I saw his class-plan, I knew he was stalking me. And now, he finally admitted it.
"AHA!" I shrieked, shoving an accusing finger in his face, "I knew you were stalking me! Leave me alone you creep, and you better expect a restraining order - !"
Syaoran raised his hands up infront of him in defence, "Wow, slow down, Sakura. I only meant to follow you down here because I wanted to ask you something. Believe me, I'm not stalking you. Honestly, don't you think I have better things to do then to stalk some girl like you around?" he asked. He raised an eyebrow, and I knew he was telling the truth.
I smugly crossed my arms across my chest and kept my gaze towards the floor. Embarrassment flooded me and my cheeks, as I said, "Well? What did you want to ask me?" I waited impatiently for his reply. When he gave none, I cleared my throat loudly, coaxing him to ask me his damn quesiton already. "Well? What the hell is it? I don't have all day, you know!"
"Oh, right. Sorry," he finally said, shaking his head vigorously from side to side, "Well, I was just wondering...Are you doing anything important today? I...I mean, I know we both have a lot of homework, but...I was just hoping you could put those dumb assignments aside for just one day. After all, you have an entire weekend to - "
"Why?" I said suspiciously, as if Syaoran's question was just some devious plan to get me into some sort of trouble.
"What?" Syaoran asked, oblivious as to what I had just asked.
"I said," I answered firmly, "Why do you want to know what I'm doing today?"
Syaoran shrugged, "Well...You see, there's this party I was invited to by a girl. Apparently it's going to be a lot of fun. Anyone and everyone is welcome to come. You know, I may be the new guy around here but I hear things. Apparently, Mai's parties are really - " Syaoran half explained, kind of getting off topic again.
"Mai?"
"Um...Yeah, Mai. Mai Kenzington? Do you know her?"
I'm surprised my jaw didn't break seeing as how it basically fell to the floor, "Know her? Of course I know her! She's the biggest slut at our school! You can't go to her party! All of her parties are like hangouts for druggies and people who want to participate in orgies! It's all booze and sex! You absolutely cannot go there." I practically screamed. I covered my mouth in shock. I hadn't yelled like that in years.
"How would you know?" Syaoran asked calmly. It seemed as though my loudmouth lecture didn't get to him, "Have you even been to any of her parties?" Hmm. He had a point. I had never been to any of Mai's parties. People in my classes have, though. Besides, Mai's parties were famous around campus, I didn't need to go to hear about what went on.
"Well...No, but - "
"Then how do you know they're so terrible?" he interrupted.
"I hear things! So much people always bad mouth her parties, some people can't even talk because they have the biggest hang-over of their lives, and some can't even remember what happened - " I tried explaining, but Syaoran wouldn't hear any of it. I kind of got the feeling that Syaoran really wanted to be accepted here at Seiju. And I was guessing that in Syaoran's eyes, the only way to be accepted was to go to one of Mai's parties.
Realization suddenly smacked me in the face. I knew why Syaoran wanted to know what I was doing that day. He wanted me to go the party with him so he wouldn't have to introduce himself. He would go to the party with a girl that's already been accepted by everyone at Seiju and try to get with the crowd through me! It was a pretty good plan. If he wasn't so obvious about things, I never would've found out. But then another thought hit me. He didn't know that I knew what he was trying to do, so I decided to play things cool and act like I didn't know anything at all.
"Well..." I began, knowing exactly what I'd say, "You can go if you want, I guess...But I know for sure that I'm never, ever going to go to one of Mai's parties." There. I'd basically told Syaoran that I didn't want to go with him, or anyone else for that matter. Guilt sank into my stomach as I saw Syaoran's face falter. Hoping not to show that my statement had any effect on him, he simply stuffed his hands in his pockets and nodded.
Suddenly, an odd sensation filled my body. It was so strong I stumbled backwards, and held onto the cherry blossom tree for support. My breathing became rasp and heavy, and I didn't know what on earth was wrong with me. I felt sadness. Not my sadness, someone else's. A bit of anger, and lots of disappointment. I raised my head and saw Syaoran standing before me, concern filling his eyes. That's when I felt it join the other emotions that were attacking my body. My eyes widened as I saw a green glow around Syaoran's body...It couldn't be possible. I was sensing...I was sensing Syaoran's aura! I didn't even know he had one!
"Sakura!" Syaoran said, giving my shoulders a good shake, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"
"Let...Let go." I requested, as I tried my best to squirm out of his arms. Obediently, Syaoran did as I asked, but I still felt kind of uneasy. He was hiding his aura once more. He was doing it slowly, but at least I wasn't feeling his emotions anymore. Soon, my breathing returned to normal and I was feeling myself again. I could still see the concern in Syaoran's eyes, but at least I wasn't feeling it.
"What...What happened?" Syaoran asked, his eyes making direct contact with mine.
"N - Nothing. It was...Nothing. Sometimes I do that. It's normal, really." I lied, getting onto my feet and beginning to pack all of my things. I didn't want to be near Syaoran at that moment. I wanted to be alone to collect my thoughts, to try and figure out what the hell was going on with Syaoran Li. I didn't want to do my homework or anything...And I definitely knew I didn't want to go to that party.
"Do...Do you need some air or something?"
"I'm already outside, you idiot!" I replied in a hoarse whisper, speed walking out of my special place.
To my surprise, Syaoran suddenly grabbed my elbow, halting me to a stop. "Okay, you know what? I don't even care about that dumb party anymore! I really don't care whether I go or not," he said, still not quite sure if I was alright, "But you seriously need to get out tonight. I think you really need this night out."
"You don't know that," I answered, wrenching my elbow out of his grip.
"Don't know that?" he said astounded, "Of course I do! Do you need a little re-cap of what just happened ten seconds ago, or do you want me to give you a play-by-play?" he added sarcastically.
For about five seconds, I started wishing that I could feel his aura again. Then, if I felt it, I could tell whether or not he was just lying to me, or whether his intentions were plain and simple: he wanted me to go out. I considered his invitation, kind of seeing a bright side to the situation we currently had at hand. But, realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I shook my head. There was not a chance in seven hells that I would go to one of Mai's parties.
"Li, my answer is no." I replied, adding a hint of firmness in my voice, just so he could get my point. But apparently he hadn't noticed, seeing as how he kept on following me for the next fifteen minutes, tailing me everywhere I went. I couldn't do any of my stupid homework assignments in peace! I honestly had no choice but to his accept his bloody invitation to go to Mai's little get together. What am I saying? Large get together.
"Fuck it!" I finally said, fed-up with all his following and tailing, "Fine! I'll go to the damn party with you. Now will you please leave me the hell alone? I want to get some of my homework finished before I get wasted tonight." I watched as Syaoran smiled, and nodded his head. Just to make sure, I watched him walk back towards campus. I sighed in relief, and continued in the same direction, making sure that we had a good enough amount of distance in between us.
"Oh," I yelled, getting Syaoran's attention. He stood still, waiting for what I had to say, "Just so you know, don't expect anything from me. I'm not going to be making any promises, so like I said, don't expect me to be with you that entire night. Got it?" I asked, hoping to make my intructions clear.
Syaoran rolled his eyes and nodded his head. With that, he was off towards the library, and me back to our dormitory.
xxxxxx
I scrunched my eyes together in frustration. With a growl, I punched the pillow closest to me and ripped the paper out of my notebook ferociously. Pink eraser dust fell from the top of the paper, along with a big fat tear that escaped from my eye. Math akways got me abnormally emotional, especially when I couldn't understand a single question in my textbook.
I gasped, suddenly seeing the blob of water that landed on my hand. What had I just done? I hadn't cried in years! I was never this frustrated with my schoolwork since...Oh my God, I couldn't even remember the last time I cried. Why was this happening now? I had almost gone four years without releasing a single teardrop! I couldn't...I couldn't -
I fell off the sofa and onto the floor in pain. I surpressed my scream as best I could; only letting a pathetic groan escape from my mouth. It was happening again. Slowly, I unwrapped one arm from my stomach and clutched my heart. Fearfully, I raised the hand, which was resting on my chest and took a long, quivering glimpse at it. From my elbow and down, my arm had disappeared, but only to return two seconds later. As if someone was toying with the antenna of a television, my arm flickered out of my vision, and then back again.
"Go away..." I prayed, as my arm slowly began to piece itself back together again, but not quick enough, "Stop it. Stop - ! "
Suddenly, I heard the door of my dormitory open and slam. A pair of keys jingled on the side table as Syaoran had thrown them, like he did every night he arrived, "Sakura?" he said. I thanked the Lord that he couldn't see me, because my arm had not yet come back to full vision. I was ducked down so low infront of the sofa that he couldn't see me at all.
His heavy footsteps roamed around the dorm, and I heard them nearing towards the sofa. I couldn't let him catch me like this now, he'd get suspicious and question me like he always does! So I had no choice but to show myself. "Oh, here it is," I exclaimed, grabbing my pencil and chucking it to the side, "Oh, hi Syaoran. What is it?" I asked, making sure my arm was still out of eye sight.
"You're not wearing that to the party, are you?" he asked, his eyes roaming up and down my body.
"What? No, I haven't changed yet." I answered, glancing downwards to my arm. It finally stopped. With a sigh of relief, I got up and jogged up to my dresser., "I'll be ready in ten minutes." I called, "And get out!"
Syaoran did as he was told, and stepped outside of the dorm room to wait for me.
Just like I said, within ten minutes I was dressed in a new pair of faded jeans, and a cherry red halter-top. When I stepped out of the dorm, I saw Syaoran fiddling with his car keys. With one look at me, he just started staring like it was nobody's business. My cheeks turned the colour of my halter as I walked briskly passed him, his eyes following my every move.
"What?" I snapped, zipping my coat up to it's fullest extent, "Haven't seen a halter top before?"
Before answering, he sighed deeply and shook his head, "Whatever."
"Let's get going already. The sooner I get this over with the sooner I get that hangover I've always wanted." I added sarcastically, grabbing Syaoran's elbow. During the five minutes it took us to get to his car, I couldn't help but pray that nothing bad would happen to me tonight.
xxxxxx
Syaoran -
In just fifteen minutes, Sakura and I arrived at Mai's party. I could tell we were close to the place where she was holding the party because we could see the dozens of cars parked infront of various houses. I started to think that maybe the idea of going to this party was a bad idea after all, but Sakura had shoved all her homework aside for this. I couldn't let her actions be in vein.
So a little reluctantly, I walked across the lawn to the tall white house, Sakura just beside me. All the lights were on and there was not one person without a drink in in their hands. I knew I'd be one of the only people having a regular coke (not spiked), knowing I was Sakura's only ride back to the dormitory.
The minute I opened the front door, my ears were bombarded with noise so loud I thought I could be defeaned. People were roaming all over the house, some people sitting on the sofa, making out (or doing worse) with the person next to them. There was definitely some dirty dancing going on, (how could I not notice?) and some people were just standing around, their breath so salty with beer I could smell it by just walking past them.
"Sakura - " I began, only to be surprised that she was no longer at my side. My head twisted here and there until I finally saw an auburn haired girl wearing a cherry red top walk past all the drunken people, into a hall, which I hadn't noticed until then.
I sighed. Well, she did tell me not to expect to stay with her the entire night. I was still hoping she would introduce me to at least one person in the house, so I wouldn't look like a total loner.
xxxxxx
Thirty minutes passed and I was still by myself, sitting on a sofa, sipping on some coke. Just one seat away from me, a couple was making out intensely, and...doing other certain things, which shouldn't really be mentioned. A hint of red crept up on my cheeks as I saw things get a lot more serious between the two, and just decided to keep my eyes forward.
Just a few seconds after making that decision that I thought would be final, some guys from another school came barging into the living room, all of them screaming and high-fiving each other, their arms raised. I cast my gaze upwards, and saw that they were carrying Mai, as if she were an Egyptian Queen or something. I just simply raised an eyebrow at their actions, and turned my head forward once more. What they did with Mai was none of my business.
Suddenly, the drunken frat boys came into my vision and they started walking towards me. I raised that same eyebrow when I noticed that Mai pointed her skinny index finger at me, and say something to the guys that were carrying her. Like a bunch of dogs, they obeyed her command (whatever it was) immediately, and dropped her into the empty seat beside me.
"Thank you, boys!" She said flirtatiously, and blew a kiss. Just as I expected, she turned her head towards me, and gave me that same flirtatious smile. In return, I gave her a weak one. I was yet to have a proper conversation with Mai, besides the time she invited me to this God forsaken party.
"Hi there," she said, crawling into my lap.
Both hands like stone, I tried my best to shove her off of me as I tried to make my reply, "Hey, Mai..." When my hands didn't seem to work against her well figured body, I simply just moved farther away from her, her butt slipping back onto the sofa.
"What's a guy like you doing alone at one of my parties?" She asked slyly, adding a flick of her long black hair while doing so. I forced myself not to roll my eyes.
"Um...Sakura is kind of - "
"Sakura?" Mai asked, a single threaded eyebrow raising to its fullest extent, "Who is Sakura?"
"Sakura Kinomoto," I answered, hoping to make it seem like the question was an absolute no brainer for anybody, "I share a dorm with her."
Mai's confused face was suddenly replaced with a look of annoyance and disgust, the corners of her lips curling downwards into an unmistakable frown. I didn't understand back then why Mai disliked Sakura so much, but I didn't really care at the moment. I just wanted to leave the party ASAP, meaning I had to find Sakura fast.
"Um...Listen, Mai, thanks a lot for inviting me to your party! Oh...Oh, you know what? Nature calls. I'm going to make a bathroom break. I'll be back soon, okay?" I said particularly quickly, ripping my arm out of her feminine grasp. Before she even had the time to complain, I bolted off like a bullet into another part of the house, where I took a seat once more, and continued to sip on my coke.
xxxxxx
Sakura -
For the whole thirty minutes that we spent at the party, I was just simply roaming around the house, visiting every room. Not to my surprise, most of the rooms were occupied with one, two, sometimes three couples at a time, doing things that I had yet to experience. I didn't even bother to apologize the last time I walked in on something like that. They never acknowledged my presence, anyway.
As I walked down the crowded corridors, I past something I hadn't seen that entire night - an empty room. Kind of excitedly, I stepped into the room, and saw that it was filled with Night Gazer merchandise. Night Gazer T-shirts, Night Gazer posters, all of Night Gazer's CD's, etc, etc. Gee, and I thought I was the biggest Night Gazer fan out there.
As I was fingering through the number of CD's I had yet to buy of Night Gazer, I heard the door shut with a light thud. I turned around and saw some guy with dark curly hair. His outfit was all torn up and ripped to look stylish, I guess, and his dark grey eyes reminded me of something cold and grey...
"What are you doing in my room?" he asked, not a single hint of alarm in his voice.
Abruptly, I dropped the Night Gazer CD and quickly turned to him, "Oh. Sorry. I didn't know that someone that went to this party actually lived here...Sorry, again. I'll get out of your way," I muttered, kind of surprised that this was his room. I'd finally met my match when it came to Night Gazers.
"No, it's okay. You can stay if you want." The guy offered, taking a seat on his bed.
I simply nodded in reply and continued to look at all the things in his room. I was in the middle of opening this brown box to see what other Night Gazer merchandise he had when he asked me, "What's your name?" I hesitated a while before I answered. I hadn't really given my name to a stranger like this.
"Um...Sakura. Yours?" I asked.
"Hiro." He answered, still not showing a hint of expression since I had spoken to him.
"A big fan of Night Gazer?"
"Only one of their biggest!" I replied enthusiastically, indicating that I was one of their biggest fans, seeing as how I wasn't as big of a fan as this Hiro guy was. I had to give him some very large props on having basically all of their merchandise in this single bedroom.
"Want to see something neat?" he asked, getting up from his seat.
"Sure," I answered, leaving my coke beside the brown box.
I walked over to his bed side table, where he was standing just on the other side, as he pulled out some hand drawn pictures of the band, playing at a live concert or something. My eyes widened as he turned each page, all of his drawings becoming better and better.
"This is so cool!" I said, taking the pictures for myself and flipping through all of the pages as quickly as possible, sometimes turning it to see the previous one, "And you drew all of these by yourself? This is absolutely awesome. Are you going to some art college or something?"
Hiro did not answer, but walked back towards the brown box. I remembered my drink was still beside it, and believe it or not, my throat was kind of parched. "Oh, could you hand me my coke, please? I'm kind of thirsty." I requested, but within the next twenty minutes, I was going to wish I never had.
"Sure," he replied. I noticed a kind of slyness in his voice, but decided to ignore whatever odd thought I was thinking.
I took a large gulp of my coke, and began to look at more of the pictures Hiro drew. They began looking oddly blurred to me, and I started to think I needed glasses. But apparently, that wasn't the case. With each page I flipped my vision became even more blurred, and my eyes began to droop quickly. I yawned reluctantly, dropping the book onto the floor.
I didn't know what happened, but I could no longer control what I was doing. My bones felt like jelly and I couldn't help but fall backwards onto the bed. Hiro's face suddenly came into my more than ever blurred vision, and plastered upon his face was a sly smirk. At that moment I felt like knocking his lights out for good. Overwhelming anger filled my body, and there was nothing I could do to stop me from feeling like this.
In a whisper which I hoped would reflect my anger, I said, "What did you put in my drink?"
"You'll never know," he replied in a voice, which I wanted him to never use, as he waved a bottle of white tablets infront of my face, and placed them into that same brown box.
Just as Hiro was about to start undoing the zipper of my jacket, my stomach began to flicker, just like my arm had done that very afternoon. His eyes widened in fear, and if I could've given him the same evil smirk he gave me, I would've. Stupid jerk.
"What the...What the hell is happening to you?"
xxxxxx
Syaoran -
The party was getting really boring. The booming music, and the odd sights I was seeing in the house had now become something I was used to seeing. Even as a couple came crashing down beside me, kissing each other like they didn't care that they had barely enough air supply, I did not once bother to move away or mind my own business. It's not like they bothered to keep theirs private.
I yawned into my hand, and I suddenly realized the time. If both Sakura and I wanted to finish all of our assignments in time, we had better start getting home. Just as I was about to get up to place my plastic cup on a table, something knocked me back down into my seat. The cup fell to the floor, spilling all of its conents.
But I didn't care, not did anyone else. My body was being attacked by all of these sudden emotions, which I knew were none of mine. I could feel anger - lots of it. I could also feel some sadness and worry, but they were nothing compared to the large amount of anger I could feel. I had to find out where these emotions were coming from.
The sensation was coming from somewhere down the crowded hallway, where lots of the rooms were. As quickly as I could, I shoved and tossed I don't know how many people out of my way to get to the room which I know contained the person of whom emotions I was feeling. The emotions became stronger and stronger with each step I took, which could only mean that I was getting closer to my destination, wherever it was.
I halted to stop, infront of a mahogany door. From beneath it, a silvery kind of light was shining through, and I knew that it was someone's aura. I knocked on the door, but no answer came. Helplessly, I glued my ear to the door but could hear nothing. The music in the house was just too damn loud. So, I had no other choice but to kick the door open with my foot.
My eyes widened in shock when I saw the sight before me. On a bed lay Sakura, and a man sitting before her, frantically zipping and unzipping the zipper of her jacket. The man's forehead was glistening with sweat and he had the most worried look I could have ever seen.
But his emotions weren't the ones that I was feeling. My eyes landed upon Sakura's sleeping kind of figure, and I saw that same silver glow coming from beneath the door, surround her body. I jogged up towards the bed and took a seat beside the still just as ever worried man, staring wide-eyed at Sakura's normal stomach.
"What happened?" I yelled, taking hold of Sakura's arm and checking her pulse. It was beating fast though, oddly fast.
"I...I...Dude, it wasn't me, I swear! Her stomach!" The guy said, pointing a finger at Sakura's stomach, "Her stomach! Her fucking stomach! Dude! Look at it!"
I shook my head, seeing nothing wrong with Sakura's stomach. "Get out of the way!" I commanded, trying to pick up Sakura to get her anywhere else, just as long as she was not in this particular room.
"No!" He yelled, bringing her back down onto the bed, "Look!" In one swift motion, he unzipped her jacket to reveal her cherry red halter-top, and lifted it so I could see her fair colour stomach, and the tiny whole of her belly button. "What the fuck?" The man screamed yet again, still look as horrified as ever, "There was something wrong with her stomach, man! Seriously - "
"Get out of the way!" I screamed, hoping that this time he would understand. Quickly, I scooped Sakura up into my arms, and heading towards the now beaten down door. I stopped in my tracks as if I had been shot in the head when I heard Sakura's dull whisper.
"Syao...Syaoran..." Came her weak, delicate voice. Her eyes were barely even open.
"Sakura...Sakura, what is it?"
"Hi...Hiro...Him!" Sakura whispered, lifting her arm just a few centimetres and pointing it towards the guy that was obsessed with Sakura's stomach. "It was...It was...Him. He...slipped...drink. Rape...date!" She coughed out, her arm falling limp beside her, along with her once raised head. I saw her eyelids close over her emerald eyes and I understood what her "almost sentence" was.
"You, jackass!" I screamed, lying Sakura on the floor, "Where the fuck do you keep your rape date pills? How the hell do I cure her? And there better be a fucking antidote or I swear you'll never live to see the light of day!"
"They're right here man!" Hiro answered, a shaky arm presenting me with some white tablets, "The stuff will wear off in a few hours! Just keep that chick away from me!"
"That won't be a problem you dirty bastard." I replied, punching him in the face, making sure that I gave him a nosebleed that would last for hours. "Come on, Sakura." I said, grunting as I picked up her fragile body once more, and carried her out of the house. I ignored all the stares I was given, and did not care. I had to get Sakura somewhere safe.
Once we were safely in the car, I put her seatbelt on for her. Her head rolled to the side, her body still limp as ever. I sighed, knowing that this party truly was a bad idea. The way I looked at things, Sakura was in this kind of state because of me. If I hadn't left her alone - hell, if I hadn't let her come at all. She could've gotten raped because of my stupid wanting to be accepted.
I decided from that moment on that I would never jeopardize her life like that, ever again.
The whole time we were driving back to the dorm, Sakura slept like a log. When my car rolled onto the pavement of the parking lot, I began to think of how I would bring Sakura back into the dorm, and how to get inside. I didn't bring a key, but I knew that Sakura did. She never left without it. I had no choice but to scoop her up into my arms once more, and carry her all the way up. It was no sweat for me, seeing as how I've done a lot worse in training sessions.
I gently set her down onto the floor, so that her back was against the wall and her legs were stretched out before her. I reached into her jacket pocket, and bingo. There they were. I picked out the silver key, the one that looked exactly like mine, and opened the door. I threw the her keys onto the table, and set her down on the bed.
Quietly, I took her jacket off for her and placed her sheets on top of her. After I had neatly tucked her in, she rolled to the side of her bed, so that her back was facing me. I sighed. It even seemed like she was mad at me when she was asleep.
Still feeling very terrible about myself, I tucked some of her hair behind her ear. I began to remember the day we first met, and I realized that I almost forgot about how soft her skin was. I couldn't help but reach out and stroke her pale face, and sigh while doing so. She rolled back onto her back, and I took that as a warning sign. I stopped immediately and was about to start changing into my own pajamas when Sakura's pale hand landed on top of mine.
"Syaoran..." she moaned, her eyes just barely even open.
Surprised, I turned back around, and took hold of her hand, "Sakura...go back to sleep. You'll need the energy for tomorrow."
"But..." she replied, her whisper sounding as hoarse as ever, "I -"
"Sakura, I'm so sorry." I began, "I'm so sorry for leaving you alone at that party. I'm sorry I even asked you to come with me. This is my entire fault, and I understand if you never want to - "
"It's not your fault..." she answered, her arm floating back to her side.
"I..." she yawned, "Forgive you."
I sighed. Did she just forgive me? Gee, and I thought she never could. "Sakura, why didn't you tell me you had an aura...like me?"
She moaned in her sleep, and all I could do was chuckle. The magic talk would just have to wait until the next day.
Sakura -
I was half awake. I barely had enough strength to tell Syaoran that I...Oh kami-sama! I told him I forgave him. I didn't have the strength to scream. All I could do was moan, and I heard Syaoran laugh. Little did he know that yet another part of my body began to flicker, only to stop when he was sound asleep.
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