Business Arrangement
Written by Dknight02
E-mail: D_Knight02@hotmail.com
AIM: xDani029x
A/N: This is an A/U fic of CCS. OOC! Read and review, please. No flames.
Disclaimer: The usual.
***
"Don't act like you didn't hear me, you twerp. I know you heard me," Tiffani snarled.
Sakura looked at her unfazed. "Is there something you want from me?" 'Maybe I shouldn't have came out tonight. It seems everyone wants something from me.'
"Please, cut the kid act. We all know you want my Syaoran now. This is my last warning to you. Listen, and listen well. Syaoran's mine and has always been mine. You stay away from him if you know what's good for you!" Tiffani pointed a purple painted finger at Sakura.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at the pointed finger. "Don't you know your manners? It's rude to point, if you didn't know. Then again, you wouldn't know your manners would you, seeing as how you act," Sakura retorted in an even voice.
Tiffani stood there and fumed. How dare this little girl get the last word and last laugh? "Little missy, you forget. Syaoran came back to me. You heard me the first time when I said it. He came back to me. Crawling on his knees, he begged me pitifully. How do you like that?"
Silence was her answer.
After all, Sakura left the restroom and left Tiffani standing alone. Tiffani let out a howl and pounded the wall of the restoom.
"It's not fair! I HATE HER!?" she screamed, "Ow! My nail! It broke! And look at my face! It's a mess."
***
'Good Kami! What is wrong with that woman? Barging in on me, thinking I care about Syaoran. He can go ahead.' she trailed off as she saw him waiting anxiously for her. Clad in low slung black slacks, her words caught in her mouth. She found great interest in her shoes now.
"There you are, I almost thought you climbed out of the window and left me stranded," Syaoran teased.
She looked at him in the eye and said, "I'm leaving."
"What the hell? Why?"
Sakura didn't hestitate to turn around, she kept walking and said loud enough for him to hear, "Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the restroom. Now if you'll excuse me for the second time, I'm leaving to find my friends."
'Girlfriend? What girlfriend?' he thought. "Who are you talking about?" he asked cluelessly.
She stopped in a sudden halt and faced his direction. "Look, Tiffani or whatever her name is waiting for you. Stop playing stupid. She said she's waiting for you, since you guys are going out again."
Syaoran walked over to Sakura and with slight concern, he asked softly, "What did she say to you?"
Sakura shrugged off his concern and said, "Go ask her yourself."
His concern vanished and said, "I'm trying to be civil here. Give me some credit would you?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Intensity hung in the air. He smirked at her and asked, "What? No answer?"
'This man is just waiting for me to slap him, isn't he? Why can't he leave me alone? I want peace and quiet for once and I'm certainly not going to find it here.' She sighed and said, "You can't make me tell you. I want to go home."
"I'm not letting you go alone," he said.
"Can you just STOP treating me like a.a big baby!"
"No."
"I'll go with Tetsuo," she said. She knew it would make him mad, but she spoke of him anyways.
His eyes flashed a darker shade of amber. "No, I'm taking you home."
"Don't worry about me. Go tell Tomoyo that I'm leaving and go have fun with what's her face" she mimicked.
He cornered her into a wall and said, "Jealous?"
"Oh! The nerve of you! Go tell Tomoyo. I'm leaving. You're wasting my breath," she said defiantly with her arms crossed even though he was hovering over her.
He smelled her fragerance again. It was much stronger with her being near him.
Unknown to him, Sakura was struggling not to fall into his arms. He smelled of fresh clean soap and pine. "I'm taking you home," he repeated.
"Why?"
"Because Wei expects me to bring you home," he lied, "Why do you have to be so hardheaded?"
"Fine! Let me go tell the girls I'm leaving first."
"No one's stopping you," he said roughly. "Hurry it up."
She gave a smug smile and said, "I won't forget to tell Tetsuo 'bye' either." Then she ducked out of Syaoran's grasp and then paced back to the club as fast as she could.
"Damn," he muttered and tried to follow her. 'I hate that guy.'
***
The three women were sitting in the bar area away from the loud music. Waiting for Sakura to come back, they sat down and drank some margaritas.
"Hey girl, where have you been?" Rika asked with a wink.
Sakura groaned. 'Oh no, here comes the instigating,' she thought.
"We saw you out there doing your thing, I have to say, very exotic." Naoko smiled broadly but Tomoyo pushed her and paced over to Sakura.
"Since when did you dance like that?" she asked curiously.
"Hey, I'm going to have to answer your questions some other time, all right? I'm not feeling too good. I think I have a headache," she faked.
The girls nodded sympathetically. "I'm really sorry, Rika! I'll miss you! Don't forget to call me when you're leaving!" she said.
"No problem," Rika replied, "Go home and get some rest. Sakura nodded and walked over to where Li Syaoran was standing.
As soon as she was out of ear shot, Naoko gave an all knowing smile and said, "We all know she doesn't have a headache!"
"Did ya'll see Li Syaoran standing there?" Rika asked excitedly, "She's playing much too hard to get now and days."
"We all know what she's getting," Tomoyo giggled.
All three said together at once, "She's getting some!" Then cheered in an uproar.
***
"Have you seen Sakura?" Tetsuo asked Waverly. She shook her head.
"Nope, I saw her dancing with this one man though."
Tetsuo glared and demanded, "What does he look like?"
"He has brown eyes, brown hair, tall and muscular and was dancing with Sakura," Waverly said nervously. She knew when her brother was mad, it wasn't safe to be around him.
"Li Syaoran dancing with Sakura. What does that hooligan think he is doing?"
***
"Get your hands off me!" Sakura snatched her arm back. "What is wrong with you? Are you going through PMS?"
'What on Earth am I doing? I was suppose to have a good time, not play nanny for the brat.' "I wouldn't want to touch you anyways," he replied coldly.
"Yeah, I told you I could have went home by myself," she shot daggers in his direction.
Syaoran looked up to the Heaven's and said, "Oh, for the love of.! Don't you realize if you left, someone could have hurt you?"
"I can take care of myself, idiot. I'm not as weak as I look," she said, straightening out her top and her skirt.
"You don't get it do you? What am I going to tell your father and brother if something happens?"
"How would I know? It's your fault for not saving me, right? Plus, I seem to like the idea of Touya beating you up," she grinned.
"Get into the car."
"Can I drive?"
"No."
"Please?" she used her puppy eyes. Syaoran's heart stopped at the sight of her beautiful emerald eyes.
'If she keeps that up, I might end up giving her everything she asks for,' he thought, breathing hard. "Fine, but my keys are in my pant pocket. If you want to drive, take them."
Her grin faltered. Sakura's face proved to be a Kodak moment. Then giving a devilish grin, she asked, "Are you sure you want that?"
Syaoran gulped. 'What the hell? I'm the one who's usually in charge! If she wants to play, two can play at this game.' "I'm game. Go ahead, I know how much you want to touch me like every other women."
Sakura gave a pretty smile and said in a voice that wasn't quite her own, "Oh I know! I just simply can't resist! Who could?" 'I am in deep shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How am I going to get out of this one?' she thought frantically.
Syaoran was feeling indescribable. He had never felt this way before towards anyone. And here was a woman seducing him in the middle of a parking lot and he didn't know what to do. Normally he would have.well, this was his fiancee!
She walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Mmm.I know I can't. Can you resist me?" He pulled her closer and held her closely. Syaoran leaned lower down to her neck and then something lightly resting on his upper thigh. Then he felt a quick tug on his pants. Sakura managed to sneak her hand into his pocket while he was dazed.
"Got them!" she pumped her fist in the air. Sakura dangled the keys in his face.
"You little brat!" he yelled as she ran to his car. She unlocked the driver's seat and got inside. Then she locked the doors.
He stood outside with a stony expression on his face.
She rolled downt he window. "Well? What are you waiting for? You're going to get in, right?" Sakura asked, trying not to laugh. 'He fell for it. He actually fell for it! What an idiot.'
Syaoran looked at her with disbelief. 'I can't believe I let her do that. To think I actually had control and she manages to get the keys by playing the seductress,' he thought. "Maybe I could get in if you unlocked the door!" He slowly got in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.
The whole car ride home was quiet. Sakura nor Syaoran spoke to each other. They were in deep thoughts about each other. What exactly were they to each other?
'That was close. Oh, so very close. Kami, it's so hot right now! I should let the windows down. Oh my Kami. This is.weird. Why am I suddenly feeling this way? It's almost as if I wanted to kiss him.wait, what am I saying? That must never ever happen again. If he knows, I'm just going to be on his list of bimbos, something I don't want. I need something to keep me busy, something that I can use to avoid him at all times,' she thought. She kept her eyes on the road steadily as she clenched the steering wheel. The image of Syaoran looming over her at the club made Sakura feel edgy and flush.
'Why can't she ever be nice for a change? Like that one day.before that officer caught us. Maybe it's my fault too. But she's the one who treats me lower than dirt. Why the hell do I even care? Let her do whatever she wants as long as she's not in my way. Then why do I feel as if I always have to protect her? I never cared about all those other women, so what makes her any different? She's only my fiancée. It's not even a real marriage, just a convenience for mother. I need to get drunk, that's what I need.' Syaoran looked through the window as he passed houses. He never caught Sakura's red tinge.
Sakura got out of the car and tossed Syaoran the keys, which caught the keys with his right hand.
"Thanks," she blurted, "And sorry for all of that. I only wanted your keys, you know. Next time, you should just give them to me." Then she quickly ran into the house in a blur.
He gave a quirky grin. "Maybe I don't have to get so drunk tonight," he said. Then followed her lead of going into the house.
***
"Sakura, you are too guillible!" she said to her reflection in her mirror. She banged her head against the mirror. 'Great! Now he thinks I was really trying to be touchy-feely! Argh!' Sakura walked into the restroom and brushed her teeth.
She changed into her ivory pajamas and slid into bed. Suddenly all that dancing felt as if it had taken all her energy. Thinking about how her life had changed drastically in the last couple of days, she fell into deep sleep without another thought.
***
Syaoran hummed a soft tune as he stripped down. Finally, he was wearing his black, silk boxers. He walked out of his room, when saw Sakura's door slightly ajar. Hesitantly, he pushed the door open a bit further. The door gave a noisy creak. Syaoran cringed but Sakura didn't wake up. She was snoring softly on the bed with her covers kicked aside. Not knowing why, he was chuckling lightly to himself. Reaching over her body, he pulled the covers over her so she wouldn't become cold during the middle of the night. The little gesture caused his stomach to waver. He stood up tall and walked out of the room; into the bathroom pretending nothing had happened.
Unknown to him, Wei stood in the dim lights smiling to no one but himself. 'Mistres Sakura, you are one lucky woman to capture Master Li,' he thought.
***
Beautiful emerald eyes fluttered open. She stuck her foot out of the comforter and slithered out of it. The comforter was much too heavy for Sakura. 'No wonder it was warm and toasty. I could have sworn it was at the bottom of the bed,' she pondered. Sakura yawned loudly and scrunched up her nose. She certainly didn't feel in the mood to be awake.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall back asleep. She groaned and got out of bed. 'One foot at a time,' she reminded herself. She grinned at Tomoyo's persistence of making her the clothes. Even if the clothes haven't been worked on, she cheered up when she thought about the idea of dragging Li Syaoran into a shopping plaza with her.
'A child I am,' she thought and recalled about last night's mishaps. She pressed her lips tightly together. After she made her bed and fixed herself up, she walked out of the room and the spiral staircase.
"Orange juice, Mistress Sakura?" a young woman asked courteously. Sakura gave a tiny smile.
"No thanks, I'm not up for it. Do you have coffee?" she questioned. "I need to wake up."
The young woman gave a slight nod and turned before Sakura said, "Wait, I can go-" but she had already disappeared.
"No milk for the young one today?" a deep voice asked.
'I don't even have to turn around and already I know who it is,' she thought. "Nope, no milk today."
Syaoran sat at the end of the table and clucked his tongue. "Isn't coffee for adults? I know children and babies drink plenty of milk to provide good, strong muscles," he said coolly, reading his newspaper.
She decided it would be best if she kept her mouth shut if she wanted to go shopping. "Would you prefer I drink milk instead?" she asked sweetly with her fist clenched.
A rustle of newspapers could be heard and he looked over at her with his spectacles on. She looked flabbergasted to see him wear glasses. It made him look smart and well.good looking. 'Hell, what am I thinking? It's just a pair of glasses!' her mind shouted. 'Man, what a turn on.'
Syaoran gave a nod and said, "What? No come backs?" She didn't answer.
Stuck in her own thoughts, she replied with what she was thinking about. "You were glasses."
He tapped the table in rhythm and said, "Obviously you can see that. You deserve a medal. Someone! Hand the girl a medal!"
She looked at him fiercely and said in a hard voice, "You're still mad about last night?"
'I wasn't thinking about it but now that she brought it up,' he thought. "Yes, actually I am. Quite angry that you deceived me like that especially in a parking lot," he said. "I thought if you were going to seduce me, it'd happen in a more secluded area. Next time, try my bedroom."
She went red to her face. Sakura was flaming with humility. "I wasn't the one who was 'happy' to see me," she threw back.
Syaoran began to find his newspaper relatively interesting. 'Hah! In your face!'
"Anyways, I didn't come down here to see your ugly face. I came here with a preposition to ask you," she said after a minute of silence.
He took his glasses off and placed them onto the table. "Oh?" he asked. "What might that be? Shocking to hear you're actually asking me about this."
She pretended to think for a couple of minutes with her index finger on her chin. Sakura walked to the chair next to Syaoran and sat down. "I want to go shopping," she stated, "And you can take me."
"Why can't you go with one of your friends or ask Wei to bring you?" he said irritatably.
She traced the fabic on the table and said, "Because you're the one who's going to be paying for my clothes."
"Here's your coffee, Mistress," the young woman said and hurried to leave.
"Thank you," she called out to the hurried woman. "Mmmm.this is excellent."
"I'm going to be paying for your clothes? When did I ever decide that?" he asked, turning a page of the newspaper.
"Since now!" she exclaimed. "If you're not going to take me, I can always ask Tet-"
Syaoran nearly leaped up hearing that man's name. "Let's go then. Make it snappy."
"Aren't you working today?" Sakura asked curiously.
Syaoran folded up his newspaper neatly and set it on the racks beside him. Stirring his coffee, he replied, "I do, but the office can handle one day without me."
'He's nice, he's mean. It's like hot and cold,' she thought. "Let's go!" she yelled, causing him to wince.
He sat still, not budging from his seat. She glared at him and he took a sip of his coffee. A determined Sakura paced over to Syaoran and tugged on his shirt.
"What are you trying to do?" he simply asked. 'If she wants to play the child, I'm going to play the adult. The adult. I have the advantages.'
"I thought you said we were going to go now," she said.
He looked her from her slim calves, hidden by the pajamas, to her radiant face. She felt naked under his gaze. "You're still wearing night clothes," he told her as if she was stupid.
"I think it's proved to be noticable but do I look like I have clothes?" she snapped.
He finished drinking his coffee and said, "I'll wait outside, go get a jacket."
She skipped up the stairs to go find a jacket but all she had left was the clothes she borrowed from Tomoyo. The rest of her clothes she wore was at Tomoyo's house and at her house. Sakura gave a miserable look in the mirror. The temperature had changed drastically and it was probably freezing cold. She walked back downstairs and stuffed her feet in slippers. 'I hate winter!' she thought as she swung open the door. A cold breeze chilled her face.
She noticed Syaoran leaning against his car, waiting for her. Suddenly, she did feel like a child in his presence. In her pajamas and slippers, he wore khacki slacks with a dark brown long sleeve button up. He wore a leather jacket and brown shoes. 'At least I know he's not color blind and color coordinated,'
Syaoran looked at what Sakura was wearing. 'Is that girl plain stupid? Does she even think? It's freezing cold out here and all she is wearing is.' his thoughts trailed off as soon as he caught the wind smothering her pajamas onto her skin. Syaoran's throat felt caught and broke out of his trance as soon as he noticed her shivers.
He walked up to her and looked down on her. "What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"I thought I told you to get a jacket," he said in an annoyed tone with her.
"I'm sorry, Li, but it seems to me that I don't have one!" she said, stomping her slippers onto the ground for emphasis.
He coughed, trying to hide his laughter rumbling through him. "Oh laugh, would you? While someone like me, is suffering from being cold and you laugh," she said in a angry tone.
'I'm freezing my ass off here and he laughs! He actually laughs!' she thought as she rubbed her arms up and down her shoulders.
"I hate winter!" she screamed on the top of her lungs.
"Did Russia hear you yet?" Syaoran asked. He walked over her and grabbed her waist.
"Wait just a minute, now what do you think-" she was cut off when she was pulled against his body. Unable to speak, she looked elsewhere but his face.
"I think, I'm keeping you warm," he said lowly. She wiggled in his arms and suddenly, he didn't need his jacket anymore.
"I don't need your warmth," she said slowly. "I'll just hurry to the car."
"You're going to freeze to death," he scolded gently and held onto her when she tried to shove his arms off her. She was indeed warm but she wasn't going to admit it to him especially since he was a centimeter away from her!
She still tried to move out of his arms. Finally, he hoisted her in his arms and she cried out in surprise.
Her legs dangled freely as he held her back and underneath her legs. She could feel the heat emitting from his body. 'Warm. Hot.'
"I guess if I can't fight it, might as well join it," she murmured as she laid her head onto his chest.
His heart was beating rapidly. It was getting harder to breathe when she was right in his arms. He began to walk in long strides to the car and he hastily tried to open the door. Sakura opened it for him and her mouth curved upwards a bit.
He placed her into the front seat delicately as if she were fragile. She turned her face away from his and put on her seat belt. He ran to the other side of the car and got into the driver's seat.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Anywhere is fine, I just need some clothes to wear," she said as she felt sleep take over her.
He looked over at her as he backed the car up out of the enormous drive way. "Sleepy?" he inquired.
"Nope, just resting my eyes," she said, her eyes slowly closing. She curled up into a little ball and dozed off.
Syaoran shook his head and thought, 'She's cute. Cute. What am I saying? Last night she was sexy! She's a kid. She's an adult. She's twenty-two.' His thoughts battled with his conscience.
***
"Wake up, sleepy head," he said in her ear. Sakura felt a warm breath that tickled her senses and made the hairs on her neck stand up.
She gave a yawn and opened her eyes to find herself staring directly into Syaoran's eyes. Startled, she glanced away and noticed the stores.
"Did you want to go with me or did you want to wait inside the car? I can guarantee it's going to be a long time you're going to sit in this car," she said.
"Sure," Syaoran's lips tugged. "Why not?"
She crossed her arms and said, "Sure? Sure as in you want to go with me or sure as in you want to stay in the car?"
"Sure as in whatever you think sure is," he shot back.
"Let's go then, someone has to pay for my stuff," she said gleefully. "Wooh!"
***
"How about this one, miss?" the sales associate held up. She held up a light pink dress with a scoop at the neck. The dress was quite short and small. Sakura was about to shake her head when the sales associate shoved her in to try it on.
Syaoran had a bored expresson on his face. 'Just how long is she going to take?' he thought as he saw the sales associte shove Sakura inside.
"Excuse me," Syaoran spoke up. The sales associate walked up and stood half way in front of him. He gave an arrogant smile at her once over.
"Could you let her try on whatever she wants without bringing all those clothes? She doesn't seem to like anything you bring her," he said. He was engaged, not blind. His eyes roamed her body and noticed she was more taller than Sakura.
"Is that all?" she asked, twirling her hair around. "I only brought them for her because I thought she would look good in them."
"Thanks but that's all." he searched her name tag on her chest, "Kiomi."
She gave a giggle and walked over to where he was sitting, a couple seats away from Sakura's dressing room.
She had dark brown hair, darker than Sakura's. Kiomi' s eyes weren't emerald but a brown color. Her chest size was obvious by the way she wore her tight shirt. Clad in tight black jeans, Syaoran gave an appreciative nod. She looked no younger than Sakura and no older. The difference was the way she held herself. She knew what she wanted.
"Aren't you Li Syaoran?" she asked, fluttering her eye lashes at him.
He gave a cheshire cat smile and replied, "I'm pretty sure I am."
"Hey? Uhm, I don't think I like this one either?" Sakura said looking around for the sales associate.
She found her standing next to Syaoran closely. Syaoran was sitting down in his chair, not objecting the way the girl was throwing herself on him. Sakura held her head up high and took small steps to them.
'I can do this,' she thought. 'Head up high, no looking away. I shouldn't care. He's a free man, Hong Kong's most wanted bachelor. What makes me think I'm any different from all his other women? I'm the one who's not blind enough to fall for his stupid charms. He's a charmer, that's all he is.'
***
Syaoran's heart stopped when he saw Sakura stick out her head and came out. She wore a petite sized dress that held onto every curve she had. It clung to her, proving she certainly did have curves like every other women. She kept trying to hold up the low neck scoop, but the more she tried, the lower it fell.
Her slender legs and feet glided to them. She was.beautiful. "I don't want this either," she said as she came up to Kiomi.
"It looks great on you!" Kiomi announced.
"Yeah, it does," Syaoran said.
Somehow, she felt as if his opinion mattered a great deal. Everything he said, she would do the opposite. "I don't want it," she gritted through her teeth. She had her hands balled up into fists, trying to contain herself.
Syaoran felt something in the air. Something Sakura had brought with her when she came out of the dressing room. Her face was etched with no emotion but her eyes betrayed her. It was her eyes. She looked almost hurt. He shrugged it off. 'What would she be hurt by? No one's done anything to her,' he thought.
"I'm going to find my own clothes," Sakura said, her stomach churning.
"I'll go with you," Syaoran offered, although he really didn't want to move out of his seat.
She saw it. "No, I'm fine on my own. Why don't you stay here and have a nice chat with."
"Kiomi," he filled in for her.
"That's it. I'll be back," she said, looking through him, rather than at him. Her burning gaze left him unsatisfied as she rummaged through the clothes.
"So, what's a powerful man like you, doing with her?" Kiomi asked.
'Powerful, that's the last thing I am,' he thought. "Long story, how about I tell you over dinner?" he asked.
"Enchanted," Kiomi giggled as she wrote down her number on a pad of paper.
He took the number and put it in his jacket. 'Kiomi, Kiomi, Kiomi. What do I have in store for you?'
***
"I hate all these stupid clothes. I want to go home. I want my clothes," she moaned as she spun the rack around. "I hate hate hate this."
Finally settling on a grey, wool knee length skirt and a boat neck pink sweater to wear for today, she hopped around to the junior section. 'I love this!' she thought as she carried them with her.
"Oooh! This is ugly and kiddy! It's a must have!"
She paid for all her belongings, since she only needed some clothing to wear until Tomoyo made them for her. She swung her bags and walked into a shoe store. People around her peered at her choice of clothing.
Sakura looked at the lingerie. What she wore under her clothes was nobody's business but hers. 'Might as well indulge myself,' she thought looking at the garments.
She gave everyone a sheepish smile and proceeded to find her pairs of shoes she wanted.
Sakura was a shoe freak. She loved loved loved shoes. "Oooh, look at all the shoes!"
"That's it," she said to herself. "I'm done."
"Sakura?"
She whipped around. It was Tetsuo. "Funny meeting you in a woman's shoe store."
"Waverly," he explained.
"So how are things?" she asked to be polite. What she really wanted to do was go find Syaoran and go home.
Tetsuo gave a spectacular grin and asked, "I could ask the same question. Nice clothes, by the way." Her eyes followed his and she didn't like the way they were watching her.
"Hey, I've got to go right now. I'll see you around, 'kay?" Sakura bit her lip.
"Call me then," he persuaded. She nodded and he gave her his digits. When she left to find Syaoran, she thought about the small torn sheet of paper with his number on it.
'I don't think so,' and tossed the paper away. The paper flew in the air and twirled around in the air before it fell. It landed and people hustling in and out had stepped on it and it was no longer seen.
***
"Where have you been?" Syaoran demanded.
"Where have I been?" she repeated, "I've been around, just buying all my things."
"Did you even bother to tell me?" he asked roughly in a harsh tone.
She gave him a skeptical glance and answered, "I would have but it seemed you were too busy with the sales clerk to acknowledge my presence!"
He had no reply for that and changed the subject, since she was right. "Don't turn the tables on me! It's you, who we are talking about. What I do with who is none of your concern!"
'That's the last straw I've had with him,' she thought. She took the bags and walked away from him. 'I'm not going to stand there and take it like a perfect little wife would have. I'm my own person. Who does he think he is? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't even have his corporation! That dim-witted son of a.son of a mother!'
Someone grabbed her bags from her hands and asked, "Do you always have to do that?"
"If it has to deal with you, yes I do."
"What is your problem, Sakura?" Syaoran asked, feeling confused at the moment.
She turned to him and pointed at him. "What's my problem? What's my problem? I don't know! Tell me something, what's your problem? And don't call me Sakura, it's Kinimoto to you."
'Ouch, that hurt,' he thought as he followed her out the door. 'Maybe it's her time of the month.'
"And it's not PMS, for heaven's sake!" she yelled at him.
"Yes it is, or else you wouldn't be yelling at me," he countered. Syaoran put her bags into the trunk of the car. He was surprised it wasn't very much she bought. While she sat impatiently in the car, he snooped through her stuff.
'Skirt, shirt, jumper, shoes, shoes, and shoes,' he looked through each bag. He shook his head.
"Hurry up," she said, "If you're looking through my things."
"What's this little bag?" he held up, seeing all the tissue sticking out. She jumped up.
"Do not open that."
"What's in here?"
"Nothing! It's mine!" Sakura said. It was her under garments! She almost shrieked when she saw it in his hands.
"Just like everything else is yours." Instead of opening it, he stuck his hand through all the tissue. 'Scraps. Soft. Silk. Lace. Holy shit.' Syaoran pulled his hand out, knowing why she wanted her bag back.
"You had no right to do that," she said, gritting her teeth. "You had NO right."
Syaoran gave her the bag and said nothing. He was still getting over the fact at what she bought.
They both threw everything into his trunk and made their way to the front of the car.
'Would I be here if I wasn't engaged? What would I be doing? Would I be working? Teaching?' Sakura traced the fabric of the car.
'I'm not staying with her. I'm going to drop her off and head off. Why do I feel so bad then?' he thought as he looked at Sakura, who was lost in her own thoughts as well.
He parked in their drive way and popped the trunk open.
She got out and gathered her bags. He tried to help her but she ignored his help. Sakura didn't feel the need to say thanks. If it were anyone to say thanks, it should have been Syaoran. After all, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have met Kiomi. She gave a bitter smile.
"Mistress! You're as cold as ice!" Wei exclaimed when he touched her hands.
She smiled at Wei, "No, I'm fine. Is anyone in the kitchen?"
"Just the cook and her helpers," he replied.
"Great! If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen!"
"What about your bags?" he asked, holding them up. "Shall I put them in Master Li's room?"
"No! I mean, no thank you. I'm in the next room."
Wei nodded as she went into the kitchen. 'Whatever you say, young Mistres.'
***
"Does he know you're going to be there?"
"No he doesn't. A surprise."
"Oh, he'll be so surprised! Too bad I can't be there to see his face."
"He does not know I will be home early. I wish to see how the young one is doing with my Syaoran."
"I can't wait."
***
"Wei!" Syaoran yelled as he entered his house. "WEI!"
"Welcome back, Master Li," he said and bowed.
"Where's Sakura?" He wanted to know where she had gone off to.
"In the kitchen," Wei said.
"That's all I needed to hear."
***
"No, not like that!" Sakura waved her arm.
"I'm just trying to help!" the cook said.
"No! Go sit down and take a rest! For today, I'll make everything! Does that sound good? I bet you're always cooking too! Go take a walk outdoors. Shoo!" she prodded.
The cook hesitated, looking at the mess.
"Come on, go see your lover or something! Just get out of here!" Sakura goaded.
"L-lover! Mistress! Imagine if Master Li hears you speaking nonsense!" the cook sputtered.
"What nonsense?" a masculine voice asked. He leaned against the door, glancing at the two women.
"N-nothing, Mast-master Li."
"Go! You better or I'll tell him about you-know-what!" Sakura threatened, holding up her knife.
"What's the you-know-what?" the cook asked befuddled. The cook backed slowly looking at the knife.
"Argh! Go now! Or else I'm never letting you into the kitchen again!" she shrieked. "Do you want to be fired? I didn't think so!"
"I'm going! I'll be back later but leave me the dishes and pots to do! I can't believe I'm letting you take over my kitchen!" the cook declared and rushed out of the room when she saw Sakura holding up a pot.
"Finally!" Sakura huffed. She blew her hair out of her eyes. Then she realized Li was standing in the kitchen as well. 'I'm going to ignore that.that loser!' she thought. 'Loser, big word there.ugh.'
She opened the cupboards and draws. "Pots, measurement cups, power, oil, check," she rambled on and on. After mixing the batter, she poured them into a round pan. "Into the oven," she murmured and popped the oven shut with a flick of her elbow.
"Desert's done, now for the rest," she said.
Syaoran watched Sakura bump the draw in with her hip. Moving with grace, she looked domestic in his kitchen. She always moved around, and here she was cooking! She let the cook have the day off, and took her place instead.
"Can I help?" he asked, hoping she would say 'yes'.
"No," was her reply.
He was astonished she had said 'no'. He wouldn't give up. "Please?" he tried again.
Syaoran receieved the same reply, "No." There was something about this little girl, that drew him to her.
He saw a streak of powder on her cheek. Finding a clean rag, he stood behind her. Hearing her catch her breath, he turned her around slowly. Syaoran wiped the streak off her face.
"Thanks," she said, looking grateful.
"Your welcome," he said, brushing the strands of hair that covered her face. His long fingers tracing her face, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"But you still can't help," she noted, opening her eyes and moving away from him.
He nearly fell over. "Why not?"
"Shouldn't you be elsewhere?"
"I want to help, it looks like fun," he said. "I've never really worked in the kitchen."
She gaped at him. "You've never cooked?"
"Does microwave count?" he asked with a helpless grin.
"Fine, but if you mess anything up, I'm blaming it on you!" she said. She gave him directions to stir and mix.
"No! You're doing it all wrong. It's still too rough. Like this," she said, taking the stirring spoon out of his hand. She demonstrated the graceful turns she made.
"Like this?" he asked, he covered his hand with hers and followed her movements. Their movements moved together were slow and sensual-perfect.
"Uh, like that," she stammered. "I think you got it."
She made the pasta sauce with ripe tomatoes and mushrooms. She stirred it and tasted it. "Mmm," she made a little sound at the back of her throat. "Just right."
Syaoran's grip on the handle spoon tightened at the noise she made. It was provocative.
She was boiling the water for the shells and bounced over to where he was standing.
"Done?"
"I think so," he said. She poured the batter into another pan and popped it into the lower over.
"That's about it, not much. You can go now," she said, dusting herself off from all the powder mix.
"Why would I leave when I could do this?" He took the left over batter, swiped it with one finger and put it on her nose. She looked at his finger.
"LI-KUN!" she said softly. "You asked for it!" She grabbed some batter and smeared it onto his face.
He caught her one of her fingers in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her finger and sucked gently, "Delicious."
She didn't know how to respond. Did he mean her or the batter? She pretended to look disgusted and wiped her finger off with her apron.
"Yuck," she said. "You could have given me something."
"Cooties?" he asked. "What is this, grade school?"
Sakura gave a smile and said, "You catch on real fast." She took grabbed the powder mix and threw some onto his hair. In return, he grabbed the powder and tried to hit her with it. He missed and powder flew into the air.
"I can't see!" she said loudly. "You dork, you blinded me!"
"Well, I can't see either!"
"It's all your fault, if you hadn't thrown the powder!"
"If you hadn't thrown it onto my hair, then I wouldn' t have thrown it back!"
She reached and felt something hard and muscular. "Stop feeling on me," he teased, feeling her hand let go of his arm.
"I'm not! I told you I can't see!" she said, pushing him onto the floor. Instinctively, he pulled her down with him.
They both hit the ground with a loud thump.
"Ow, my head," Syaoran said, rubbing his head.
"Let me go," Sakura said. She moved around but he didn't let go.
Warmth spread to his lower region and he finally let her go. "We both need a shower. Geez, you're a mess."
"You're worse."
"You wanna shower first, or you want me shower first? Or we can-"
She shook her head and powder flung everywhere. She giggled softly and replied, "No thanks, you can go first. I'm going to clean up. Hopefully the cook doesn't see her kitchen in ruins."
He left without another word and couldn't believe he had a food fight. 'I haven't thrown food around since I was in school!' he thought. 'A nice cold shower would be nice.'
***
"I don't enjoy his company, I definitely don't. I think I'm going insane! Ugh, and look at my pajamas! They're dirty and soiled. I didn't buy any other pajamas either!" She took a towel and started to clean the mess they had created. "It's all his fault," she muttered.
She cleaned all the pots and pans, rinsed them, and dried them off. It took a lot but it paid off. Sakura stood back and admired her handiwork. Everything sparkled and shined.
She placed the pasta sauce on the cooler side of the stove and put the shells on a noodle screen to drain all the water away.
Sakura skipped up the steps of the staircase and decided to take a shower.
"He seems to be finished," she said. She grabbed a towel and her clothes she had bought that same day. "Oh, I think I'll take a bath instead."
***
"Where'd she go now?" he asked, but no one was around. Then he heard the water running upstairs running.
"And that answered my question," he said afterwards. He waltzed into the kitchen and noticed everything was clean, if possible, cleaner than before.
The food was neatly placed on the stove and she had even set the table up. It was a table for two. An image of Kiomi conjured right then. His freedom. Was he actually looking forward to dining with his fiancee? What the hell was wrong with him? He had a reputation to live up to.
He would be back before she would realize he was even gone. Syaoran took the keys and left the house silently.
***
"This is absolutely splendid, Mistress!" the cook exclaimed as she took another taste of the sauce.
"Please, don't call me Mistress. Call me Sakura," she said.
"Okay, Mi-Sakura," the cook stuttered.
"Oh, this isn't much. It's just American pasta I learned from a cook book Daddy bought me when he flew down to America. He said their food was different to ours, but it was still good all the same."
"It's excellent! I enjoy having you in the kitchen! Everything is clean and imaculate!" the cook said. "You're not at all like Syaoran. That boy makes his food and throws things around."
Sakura blushed at the praise and said, "Please have some."
"Oh I most definitely will! Won't you join me?" she asked.
Sakura shook her head and said, "I'll wait for Li to eat with me. Although I don't know where he went. I could have sworn he was in the house." She looked at her grey skirt and smiled.
"I thought he went out already?" the cook asked, confusion on her face.
Sakura's eye brows went up. "He did?"
"One of the workers outside said they saw him driving out of the garage," the cook answered earnestly.
In the softest voice the cook had ever heard, she said, "Oh. Well, I'll wait anyway. Maybe he forgot something."
"If that's what you want." The cook left Sakura, who felt lost.
***
Hours later, Sakura was tired of waiting. She had rearranged the set of table ware more than six times already. "I might as well change. There's no point in wearing my new clothes if I'm eating by myself."
'Shit, I forgot my pajamas,' she thought annoyed. 'I'll just borrow Li's clothes. He has so many clothes, he won't notice if a few are missing.'
She went up the spiral stairs and into his room. Syaoran's scent was everywhere. The smell of fresh pine and his colonge filled the air.
Sakura went to his closet and went through his hangers. For a man who was clumsy in the kitchen, his closet was organized. She rummaged through his shirts and accidentally tugged one out. Something fell out of his jacket. It was a small piece of notepad paper. 'No, you shouldn't be going through his things. It's his privacy. I'm invading it. Don't look. Don't look.' Curiousity got the better of her and she decided she'd look at it. Quickly. Anxious to find out what it was, she realized the paper was in the same jacket he wore today. She bent down to pick it up and read it. Her heart had sunk to her stomach and possibly to the floor she stood on.
She re-read it incase her eyes were lying to her. Her eyes weren't lying. But Syaoran was. The paper read 'Kiomi, call me' with her number on it.
Sakura felt numb all over. "So that's where Li went."
She found a pair of black sweats and a green t-shirt. Slipping them on, she forgot about her clothes in his room. Her clothes were laid forgotten and Kiomi's number fell from her fingertips and landed ontop of her clothes.
Sakura went to the kitchen and lit some candles where she had set the table for them. She couldn't sit still for some reason. So she put the shells and pasta sauce onto a plate for each of them. Sakura even had wine on the table, waiting for a couple to drink. She sighed and placed her elbow on the table. Why was she doing this in the first place?
What if he hadn't left to see Kiomi? What if he really did forget something? Was she making up excuses for him now?
Sakura waited for another few hours. She waited for the door to open with Li standing in the door way. But he never came. Her stomach growled with hunger but she fought the hunger that ate her up inside. He never came. Slowly, sleep took over her. 'I can't sleep,' she thought. 'What if he comes home?' Her eyes were lulled by the tempting sleep that taunted her from afar. She gave up waiting for Li and gave into the sweet slumber that took over her.
***
I know it's a bad place to leave off, but I've been writing since morning! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it, leave your comments and feedback in the reviews but keep your predictions of what'll happen next to yourself.
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Written by Dknight02
E-mail: D_Knight02@hotmail.com
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A/N: This is an A/U fic of CCS. OOC! Read and review, please. No flames.
Disclaimer: The usual.
***
"Don't act like you didn't hear me, you twerp. I know you heard me," Tiffani snarled.
Sakura looked at her unfazed. "Is there something you want from me?" 'Maybe I shouldn't have came out tonight. It seems everyone wants something from me.'
"Please, cut the kid act. We all know you want my Syaoran now. This is my last warning to you. Listen, and listen well. Syaoran's mine and has always been mine. You stay away from him if you know what's good for you!" Tiffani pointed a purple painted finger at Sakura.
Sakura narrowed her eyes at the pointed finger. "Don't you know your manners? It's rude to point, if you didn't know. Then again, you wouldn't know your manners would you, seeing as how you act," Sakura retorted in an even voice.
Tiffani stood there and fumed. How dare this little girl get the last word and last laugh? "Little missy, you forget. Syaoran came back to me. You heard me the first time when I said it. He came back to me. Crawling on his knees, he begged me pitifully. How do you like that?"
Silence was her answer.
After all, Sakura left the restroom and left Tiffani standing alone. Tiffani let out a howl and pounded the wall of the restoom.
"It's not fair! I HATE HER!?" she screamed, "Ow! My nail! It broke! And look at my face! It's a mess."
***
'Good Kami! What is wrong with that woman? Barging in on me, thinking I care about Syaoran. He can go ahead.' she trailed off as she saw him waiting anxiously for her. Clad in low slung black slacks, her words caught in her mouth. She found great interest in her shoes now.
"There you are, I almost thought you climbed out of the window and left me stranded," Syaoran teased.
She looked at him in the eye and said, "I'm leaving."
"What the hell? Why?"
Sakura didn't hestitate to turn around, she kept walking and said loud enough for him to hear, "Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the restroom. Now if you'll excuse me for the second time, I'm leaving to find my friends."
'Girlfriend? What girlfriend?' he thought. "Who are you talking about?" he asked cluelessly.
She stopped in a sudden halt and faced his direction. "Look, Tiffani or whatever her name is waiting for you. Stop playing stupid. She said she's waiting for you, since you guys are going out again."
Syaoran walked over to Sakura and with slight concern, he asked softly, "What did she say to you?"
Sakura shrugged off his concern and said, "Go ask her yourself."
His concern vanished and said, "I'm trying to be civil here. Give me some credit would you?"
"I can't."
"Why not?"
Intensity hung in the air. He smirked at her and asked, "What? No answer?"
'This man is just waiting for me to slap him, isn't he? Why can't he leave me alone? I want peace and quiet for once and I'm certainly not going to find it here.' She sighed and said, "You can't make me tell you. I want to go home."
"I'm not letting you go alone," he said.
"Can you just STOP treating me like a.a big baby!"
"No."
"I'll go with Tetsuo," she said. She knew it would make him mad, but she spoke of him anyways.
His eyes flashed a darker shade of amber. "No, I'm taking you home."
"Don't worry about me. Go tell Tomoyo that I'm leaving and go have fun with what's her face" she mimicked.
He cornered her into a wall and said, "Jealous?"
"Oh! The nerve of you! Go tell Tomoyo. I'm leaving. You're wasting my breath," she said defiantly with her arms crossed even though he was hovering over her.
He smelled her fragerance again. It was much stronger with her being near him.
Unknown to him, Sakura was struggling not to fall into his arms. He smelled of fresh clean soap and pine. "I'm taking you home," he repeated.
"Why?"
"Because Wei expects me to bring you home," he lied, "Why do you have to be so hardheaded?"
"Fine! Let me go tell the girls I'm leaving first."
"No one's stopping you," he said roughly. "Hurry it up."
She gave a smug smile and said, "I won't forget to tell Tetsuo 'bye' either." Then she ducked out of Syaoran's grasp and then paced back to the club as fast as she could.
"Damn," he muttered and tried to follow her. 'I hate that guy.'
***
The three women were sitting in the bar area away from the loud music. Waiting for Sakura to come back, they sat down and drank some margaritas.
"Hey girl, where have you been?" Rika asked with a wink.
Sakura groaned. 'Oh no, here comes the instigating,' she thought.
"We saw you out there doing your thing, I have to say, very exotic." Naoko smiled broadly but Tomoyo pushed her and paced over to Sakura.
"Since when did you dance like that?" she asked curiously.
"Hey, I'm going to have to answer your questions some other time, all right? I'm not feeling too good. I think I have a headache," she faked.
The girls nodded sympathetically. "I'm really sorry, Rika! I'll miss you! Don't forget to call me when you're leaving!" she said.
"No problem," Rika replied, "Go home and get some rest. Sakura nodded and walked over to where Li Syaoran was standing.
As soon as she was out of ear shot, Naoko gave an all knowing smile and said, "We all know she doesn't have a headache!"
"Did ya'll see Li Syaoran standing there?" Rika asked excitedly, "She's playing much too hard to get now and days."
"We all know what she's getting," Tomoyo giggled.
All three said together at once, "She's getting some!" Then cheered in an uproar.
***
"Have you seen Sakura?" Tetsuo asked Waverly. She shook her head.
"Nope, I saw her dancing with this one man though."
Tetsuo glared and demanded, "What does he look like?"
"He has brown eyes, brown hair, tall and muscular and was dancing with Sakura," Waverly said nervously. She knew when her brother was mad, it wasn't safe to be around him.
"Li Syaoran dancing with Sakura. What does that hooligan think he is doing?"
***
"Get your hands off me!" Sakura snatched her arm back. "What is wrong with you? Are you going through PMS?"
'What on Earth am I doing? I was suppose to have a good time, not play nanny for the brat.' "I wouldn't want to touch you anyways," he replied coldly.
"Yeah, I told you I could have went home by myself," she shot daggers in his direction.
Syaoran looked up to the Heaven's and said, "Oh, for the love of.! Don't you realize if you left, someone could have hurt you?"
"I can take care of myself, idiot. I'm not as weak as I look," she said, straightening out her top and her skirt.
"You don't get it do you? What am I going to tell your father and brother if something happens?"
"How would I know? It's your fault for not saving me, right? Plus, I seem to like the idea of Touya beating you up," she grinned.
"Get into the car."
"Can I drive?"
"No."
"Please?" she used her puppy eyes. Syaoran's heart stopped at the sight of her beautiful emerald eyes.
'If she keeps that up, I might end up giving her everything she asks for,' he thought, breathing hard. "Fine, but my keys are in my pant pocket. If you want to drive, take them."
Her grin faltered. Sakura's face proved to be a Kodak moment. Then giving a devilish grin, she asked, "Are you sure you want that?"
Syaoran gulped. 'What the hell? I'm the one who's usually in charge! If she wants to play, two can play at this game.' "I'm game. Go ahead, I know how much you want to touch me like every other women."
Sakura gave a pretty smile and said in a voice that wasn't quite her own, "Oh I know! I just simply can't resist! Who could?" 'I am in deep shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How am I going to get out of this one?' she thought frantically.
Syaoran was feeling indescribable. He had never felt this way before towards anyone. And here was a woman seducing him in the middle of a parking lot and he didn't know what to do. Normally he would have.well, this was his fiancee!
She walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Mmm.I know I can't. Can you resist me?" He pulled her closer and held her closely. Syaoran leaned lower down to her neck and then something lightly resting on his upper thigh. Then he felt a quick tug on his pants. Sakura managed to sneak her hand into his pocket while he was dazed.
"Got them!" she pumped her fist in the air. Sakura dangled the keys in his face.
"You little brat!" he yelled as she ran to his car. She unlocked the driver's seat and got inside. Then she locked the doors.
He stood outside with a stony expression on his face.
She rolled downt he window. "Well? What are you waiting for? You're going to get in, right?" Sakura asked, trying not to laugh. 'He fell for it. He actually fell for it! What an idiot.'
Syaoran looked at her with disbelief. 'I can't believe I let her do that. To think I actually had control and she manages to get the keys by playing the seductress,' he thought. "Maybe I could get in if you unlocked the door!" He slowly got in the passenger seat and slammed the door shut.
The whole car ride home was quiet. Sakura nor Syaoran spoke to each other. They were in deep thoughts about each other. What exactly were they to each other?
'That was close. Oh, so very close. Kami, it's so hot right now! I should let the windows down. Oh my Kami. This is.weird. Why am I suddenly feeling this way? It's almost as if I wanted to kiss him.wait, what am I saying? That must never ever happen again. If he knows, I'm just going to be on his list of bimbos, something I don't want. I need something to keep me busy, something that I can use to avoid him at all times,' she thought. She kept her eyes on the road steadily as she clenched the steering wheel. The image of Syaoran looming over her at the club made Sakura feel edgy and flush.
'Why can't she ever be nice for a change? Like that one day.before that officer caught us. Maybe it's my fault too. But she's the one who treats me lower than dirt. Why the hell do I even care? Let her do whatever she wants as long as she's not in my way. Then why do I feel as if I always have to protect her? I never cared about all those other women, so what makes her any different? She's only my fiancée. It's not even a real marriage, just a convenience for mother. I need to get drunk, that's what I need.' Syaoran looked through the window as he passed houses. He never caught Sakura's red tinge.
Sakura got out of the car and tossed Syaoran the keys, which caught the keys with his right hand.
"Thanks," she blurted, "And sorry for all of that. I only wanted your keys, you know. Next time, you should just give them to me." Then she quickly ran into the house in a blur.
He gave a quirky grin. "Maybe I don't have to get so drunk tonight," he said. Then followed her lead of going into the house.
***
"Sakura, you are too guillible!" she said to her reflection in her mirror. She banged her head against the mirror. 'Great! Now he thinks I was really trying to be touchy-feely! Argh!' Sakura walked into the restroom and brushed her teeth.
She changed into her ivory pajamas and slid into bed. Suddenly all that dancing felt as if it had taken all her energy. Thinking about how her life had changed drastically in the last couple of days, she fell into deep sleep without another thought.
***
Syaoran hummed a soft tune as he stripped down. Finally, he was wearing his black, silk boxers. He walked out of his room, when saw Sakura's door slightly ajar. Hesitantly, he pushed the door open a bit further. The door gave a noisy creak. Syaoran cringed but Sakura didn't wake up. She was snoring softly on the bed with her covers kicked aside. Not knowing why, he was chuckling lightly to himself. Reaching over her body, he pulled the covers over her so she wouldn't become cold during the middle of the night. The little gesture caused his stomach to waver. He stood up tall and walked out of the room; into the bathroom pretending nothing had happened.
Unknown to him, Wei stood in the dim lights smiling to no one but himself. 'Mistres Sakura, you are one lucky woman to capture Master Li,' he thought.
***
Beautiful emerald eyes fluttered open. She stuck her foot out of the comforter and slithered out of it. The comforter was much too heavy for Sakura. 'No wonder it was warm and toasty. I could have sworn it was at the bottom of the bed,' she pondered. Sakura yawned loudly and scrunched up her nose. She certainly didn't feel in the mood to be awake.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't fall back asleep. She groaned and got out of bed. 'One foot at a time,' she reminded herself. She grinned at Tomoyo's persistence of making her the clothes. Even if the clothes haven't been worked on, she cheered up when she thought about the idea of dragging Li Syaoran into a shopping plaza with her.
'A child I am,' she thought and recalled about last night's mishaps. She pressed her lips tightly together. After she made her bed and fixed herself up, she walked out of the room and the spiral staircase.
"Orange juice, Mistress Sakura?" a young woman asked courteously. Sakura gave a tiny smile.
"No thanks, I'm not up for it. Do you have coffee?" she questioned. "I need to wake up."
The young woman gave a slight nod and turned before Sakura said, "Wait, I can go-" but she had already disappeared.
"No milk for the young one today?" a deep voice asked.
'I don't even have to turn around and already I know who it is,' she thought. "Nope, no milk today."
Syaoran sat at the end of the table and clucked his tongue. "Isn't coffee for adults? I know children and babies drink plenty of milk to provide good, strong muscles," he said coolly, reading his newspaper.
She decided it would be best if she kept her mouth shut if she wanted to go shopping. "Would you prefer I drink milk instead?" she asked sweetly with her fist clenched.
A rustle of newspapers could be heard and he looked over at her with his spectacles on. She looked flabbergasted to see him wear glasses. It made him look smart and well.good looking. 'Hell, what am I thinking? It's just a pair of glasses!' her mind shouted. 'Man, what a turn on.'
Syaoran gave a nod and said, "What? No come backs?" She didn't answer.
Stuck in her own thoughts, she replied with what she was thinking about. "You were glasses."
He tapped the table in rhythm and said, "Obviously you can see that. You deserve a medal. Someone! Hand the girl a medal!"
She looked at him fiercely and said in a hard voice, "You're still mad about last night?"
'I wasn't thinking about it but now that she brought it up,' he thought. "Yes, actually I am. Quite angry that you deceived me like that especially in a parking lot," he said. "I thought if you were going to seduce me, it'd happen in a more secluded area. Next time, try my bedroom."
She went red to her face. Sakura was flaming with humility. "I wasn't the one who was 'happy' to see me," she threw back.
Syaoran began to find his newspaper relatively interesting. 'Hah! In your face!'
"Anyways, I didn't come down here to see your ugly face. I came here with a preposition to ask you," she said after a minute of silence.
He took his glasses off and placed them onto the table. "Oh?" he asked. "What might that be? Shocking to hear you're actually asking me about this."
She pretended to think for a couple of minutes with her index finger on her chin. Sakura walked to the chair next to Syaoran and sat down. "I want to go shopping," she stated, "And you can take me."
"Why can't you go with one of your friends or ask Wei to bring you?" he said irritatably.
She traced the fabic on the table and said, "Because you're the one who's going to be paying for my clothes."
"Here's your coffee, Mistress," the young woman said and hurried to leave.
"Thank you," she called out to the hurried woman. "Mmmm.this is excellent."
"I'm going to be paying for your clothes? When did I ever decide that?" he asked, turning a page of the newspaper.
"Since now!" she exclaimed. "If you're not going to take me, I can always ask Tet-"
Syaoran nearly leaped up hearing that man's name. "Let's go then. Make it snappy."
"Aren't you working today?" Sakura asked curiously.
Syaoran folded up his newspaper neatly and set it on the racks beside him. Stirring his coffee, he replied, "I do, but the office can handle one day without me."
'He's nice, he's mean. It's like hot and cold,' she thought. "Let's go!" she yelled, causing him to wince.
He sat still, not budging from his seat. She glared at him and he took a sip of his coffee. A determined Sakura paced over to Syaoran and tugged on his shirt.
"What are you trying to do?" he simply asked. 'If she wants to play the child, I'm going to play the adult. The adult. I have the advantages.'
"I thought you said we were going to go now," she said.
He looked her from her slim calves, hidden by the pajamas, to her radiant face. She felt naked under his gaze. "You're still wearing night clothes," he told her as if she was stupid.
"I think it's proved to be noticable but do I look like I have clothes?" she snapped.
He finished drinking his coffee and said, "I'll wait outside, go get a jacket."
She skipped up the stairs to go find a jacket but all she had left was the clothes she borrowed from Tomoyo. The rest of her clothes she wore was at Tomoyo's house and at her house. Sakura gave a miserable look in the mirror. The temperature had changed drastically and it was probably freezing cold. She walked back downstairs and stuffed her feet in slippers. 'I hate winter!' she thought as she swung open the door. A cold breeze chilled her face.
She noticed Syaoran leaning against his car, waiting for her. Suddenly, she did feel like a child in his presence. In her pajamas and slippers, he wore khacki slacks with a dark brown long sleeve button up. He wore a leather jacket and brown shoes. 'At least I know he's not color blind and color coordinated,'
Syaoran looked at what Sakura was wearing. 'Is that girl plain stupid? Does she even think? It's freezing cold out here and all she is wearing is.' his thoughts trailed off as soon as he caught the wind smothering her pajamas onto her skin. Syaoran's throat felt caught and broke out of his trance as soon as he noticed her shivers.
He walked up to her and looked down on her. "What?" she asked. "Do I have something on my face?"
"I thought I told you to get a jacket," he said in an annoyed tone with her.
"I'm sorry, Li, but it seems to me that I don't have one!" she said, stomping her slippers onto the ground for emphasis.
He coughed, trying to hide his laughter rumbling through him. "Oh laugh, would you? While someone like me, is suffering from being cold and you laugh," she said in a angry tone.
'I'm freezing my ass off here and he laughs! He actually laughs!' she thought as she rubbed her arms up and down her shoulders.
"I hate winter!" she screamed on the top of her lungs.
"Did Russia hear you yet?" Syaoran asked. He walked over her and grabbed her waist.
"Wait just a minute, now what do you think-" she was cut off when she was pulled against his body. Unable to speak, she looked elsewhere but his face.
"I think, I'm keeping you warm," he said lowly. She wiggled in his arms and suddenly, he didn't need his jacket anymore.
"I don't need your warmth," she said slowly. "I'll just hurry to the car."
"You're going to freeze to death," he scolded gently and held onto her when she tried to shove his arms off her. She was indeed warm but she wasn't going to admit it to him especially since he was a centimeter away from her!
She still tried to move out of his arms. Finally, he hoisted her in his arms and she cried out in surprise.
Her legs dangled freely as he held her back and underneath her legs. She could feel the heat emitting from his body. 'Warm. Hot.'
"I guess if I can't fight it, might as well join it," she murmured as she laid her head onto his chest.
His heart was beating rapidly. It was getting harder to breathe when she was right in his arms. He began to walk in long strides to the car and he hastily tried to open the door. Sakura opened it for him and her mouth curved upwards a bit.
He placed her into the front seat delicately as if she were fragile. She turned her face away from his and put on her seat belt. He ran to the other side of the car and got into the driver's seat.
"Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"Anywhere is fine, I just need some clothes to wear," she said as she felt sleep take over her.
He looked over at her as he backed the car up out of the enormous drive way. "Sleepy?" he inquired.
"Nope, just resting my eyes," she said, her eyes slowly closing. She curled up into a little ball and dozed off.
Syaoran shook his head and thought, 'She's cute. Cute. What am I saying? Last night she was sexy! She's a kid. She's an adult. She's twenty-two.' His thoughts battled with his conscience.
***
"Wake up, sleepy head," he said in her ear. Sakura felt a warm breath that tickled her senses and made the hairs on her neck stand up.
She gave a yawn and opened her eyes to find herself staring directly into Syaoran's eyes. Startled, she glanced away and noticed the stores.
"Did you want to go with me or did you want to wait inside the car? I can guarantee it's going to be a long time you're going to sit in this car," she said.
"Sure," Syaoran's lips tugged. "Why not?"
She crossed her arms and said, "Sure? Sure as in you want to go with me or sure as in you want to stay in the car?"
"Sure as in whatever you think sure is," he shot back.
"Let's go then, someone has to pay for my stuff," she said gleefully. "Wooh!"
***
"How about this one, miss?" the sales associate held up. She held up a light pink dress with a scoop at the neck. The dress was quite short and small. Sakura was about to shake her head when the sales associate shoved her in to try it on.
Syaoran had a bored expresson on his face. 'Just how long is she going to take?' he thought as he saw the sales associte shove Sakura inside.
"Excuse me," Syaoran spoke up. The sales associate walked up and stood half way in front of him. He gave an arrogant smile at her once over.
"Could you let her try on whatever she wants without bringing all those clothes? She doesn't seem to like anything you bring her," he said. He was engaged, not blind. His eyes roamed her body and noticed she was more taller than Sakura.
"Is that all?" she asked, twirling her hair around. "I only brought them for her because I thought she would look good in them."
"Thanks but that's all." he searched her name tag on her chest, "Kiomi."
She gave a giggle and walked over to where he was sitting, a couple seats away from Sakura's dressing room.
She had dark brown hair, darker than Sakura's. Kiomi' s eyes weren't emerald but a brown color. Her chest size was obvious by the way she wore her tight shirt. Clad in tight black jeans, Syaoran gave an appreciative nod. She looked no younger than Sakura and no older. The difference was the way she held herself. She knew what she wanted.
"Aren't you Li Syaoran?" she asked, fluttering her eye lashes at him.
He gave a cheshire cat smile and replied, "I'm pretty sure I am."
"Hey? Uhm, I don't think I like this one either?" Sakura said looking around for the sales associate.
She found her standing next to Syaoran closely. Syaoran was sitting down in his chair, not objecting the way the girl was throwing herself on him. Sakura held her head up high and took small steps to them.
'I can do this,' she thought. 'Head up high, no looking away. I shouldn't care. He's a free man, Hong Kong's most wanted bachelor. What makes me think I'm any different from all his other women? I'm the one who's not blind enough to fall for his stupid charms. He's a charmer, that's all he is.'
***
Syaoran's heart stopped when he saw Sakura stick out her head and came out. She wore a petite sized dress that held onto every curve she had. It clung to her, proving she certainly did have curves like every other women. She kept trying to hold up the low neck scoop, but the more she tried, the lower it fell.
Her slender legs and feet glided to them. She was.beautiful. "I don't want this either," she said as she came up to Kiomi.
"It looks great on you!" Kiomi announced.
"Yeah, it does," Syaoran said.
Somehow, she felt as if his opinion mattered a great deal. Everything he said, she would do the opposite. "I don't want it," she gritted through her teeth. She had her hands balled up into fists, trying to contain herself.
Syaoran felt something in the air. Something Sakura had brought with her when she came out of the dressing room. Her face was etched with no emotion but her eyes betrayed her. It was her eyes. She looked almost hurt. He shrugged it off. 'What would she be hurt by? No one's done anything to her,' he thought.
"I'm going to find my own clothes," Sakura said, her stomach churning.
"I'll go with you," Syaoran offered, although he really didn't want to move out of his seat.
She saw it. "No, I'm fine on my own. Why don't you stay here and have a nice chat with."
"Kiomi," he filled in for her.
"That's it. I'll be back," she said, looking through him, rather than at him. Her burning gaze left him unsatisfied as she rummaged through the clothes.
"So, what's a powerful man like you, doing with her?" Kiomi asked.
'Powerful, that's the last thing I am,' he thought. "Long story, how about I tell you over dinner?" he asked.
"Enchanted," Kiomi giggled as she wrote down her number on a pad of paper.
He took the number and put it in his jacket. 'Kiomi, Kiomi, Kiomi. What do I have in store for you?'
***
"I hate all these stupid clothes. I want to go home. I want my clothes," she moaned as she spun the rack around. "I hate hate hate this."
Finally settling on a grey, wool knee length skirt and a boat neck pink sweater to wear for today, she hopped around to the junior section. 'I love this!' she thought as she carried them with her.
"Oooh! This is ugly and kiddy! It's a must have!"
She paid for all her belongings, since she only needed some clothing to wear until Tomoyo made them for her. She swung her bags and walked into a shoe store. People around her peered at her choice of clothing.
Sakura looked at the lingerie. What she wore under her clothes was nobody's business but hers. 'Might as well indulge myself,' she thought looking at the garments.
She gave everyone a sheepish smile and proceeded to find her pairs of shoes she wanted.
Sakura was a shoe freak. She loved loved loved shoes. "Oooh, look at all the shoes!"
"That's it," she said to herself. "I'm done."
"Sakura?"
She whipped around. It was Tetsuo. "Funny meeting you in a woman's shoe store."
"Waverly," he explained.
"So how are things?" she asked to be polite. What she really wanted to do was go find Syaoran and go home.
Tetsuo gave a spectacular grin and asked, "I could ask the same question. Nice clothes, by the way." Her eyes followed his and she didn't like the way they were watching her.
"Hey, I've got to go right now. I'll see you around, 'kay?" Sakura bit her lip.
"Call me then," he persuaded. She nodded and he gave her his digits. When she left to find Syaoran, she thought about the small torn sheet of paper with his number on it.
'I don't think so,' and tossed the paper away. The paper flew in the air and twirled around in the air before it fell. It landed and people hustling in and out had stepped on it and it was no longer seen.
***
"Where have you been?" Syaoran demanded.
"Where have I been?" she repeated, "I've been around, just buying all my things."
"Did you even bother to tell me?" he asked roughly in a harsh tone.
She gave him a skeptical glance and answered, "I would have but it seemed you were too busy with the sales clerk to acknowledge my presence!"
He had no reply for that and changed the subject, since she was right. "Don't turn the tables on me! It's you, who we are talking about. What I do with who is none of your concern!"
'That's the last straw I've had with him,' she thought. She took the bags and walked away from him. 'I'm not going to stand there and take it like a perfect little wife would have. I'm my own person. Who does he think he is? If it weren't for me, he wouldn't even have his corporation! That dim-witted son of a.son of a mother!'
Someone grabbed her bags from her hands and asked, "Do you always have to do that?"
"If it has to deal with you, yes I do."
"What is your problem, Sakura?" Syaoran asked, feeling confused at the moment.
She turned to him and pointed at him. "What's my problem? What's my problem? I don't know! Tell me something, what's your problem? And don't call me Sakura, it's Kinimoto to you."
'Ouch, that hurt,' he thought as he followed her out the door. 'Maybe it's her time of the month.'
"And it's not PMS, for heaven's sake!" she yelled at him.
"Yes it is, or else you wouldn't be yelling at me," he countered. Syaoran put her bags into the trunk of the car. He was surprised it wasn't very much she bought. While she sat impatiently in the car, he snooped through her stuff.
'Skirt, shirt, jumper, shoes, shoes, and shoes,' he looked through each bag. He shook his head.
"Hurry up," she said, "If you're looking through my things."
"What's this little bag?" he held up, seeing all the tissue sticking out. She jumped up.
"Do not open that."
"What's in here?"
"Nothing! It's mine!" Sakura said. It was her under garments! She almost shrieked when she saw it in his hands.
"Just like everything else is yours." Instead of opening it, he stuck his hand through all the tissue. 'Scraps. Soft. Silk. Lace. Holy shit.' Syaoran pulled his hand out, knowing why she wanted her bag back.
"You had no right to do that," she said, gritting her teeth. "You had NO right."
Syaoran gave her the bag and said nothing. He was still getting over the fact at what she bought.
They both threw everything into his trunk and made their way to the front of the car.
'Would I be here if I wasn't engaged? What would I be doing? Would I be working? Teaching?' Sakura traced the fabric of the car.
'I'm not staying with her. I'm going to drop her off and head off. Why do I feel so bad then?' he thought as he looked at Sakura, who was lost in her own thoughts as well.
He parked in their drive way and popped the trunk open.
She got out and gathered her bags. He tried to help her but she ignored his help. Sakura didn't feel the need to say thanks. If it were anyone to say thanks, it should have been Syaoran. After all, if it weren't for her, he wouldn't have met Kiomi. She gave a bitter smile.
"Mistress! You're as cold as ice!" Wei exclaimed when he touched her hands.
She smiled at Wei, "No, I'm fine. Is anyone in the kitchen?"
"Just the cook and her helpers," he replied.
"Great! If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen!"
"What about your bags?" he asked, holding them up. "Shall I put them in Master Li's room?"
"No! I mean, no thank you. I'm in the next room."
Wei nodded as she went into the kitchen. 'Whatever you say, young Mistres.'
***
"Does he know you're going to be there?"
"No he doesn't. A surprise."
"Oh, he'll be so surprised! Too bad I can't be there to see his face."
"He does not know I will be home early. I wish to see how the young one is doing with my Syaoran."
"I can't wait."
***
"Wei!" Syaoran yelled as he entered his house. "WEI!"
"Welcome back, Master Li," he said and bowed.
"Where's Sakura?" He wanted to know where she had gone off to.
"In the kitchen," Wei said.
"That's all I needed to hear."
***
"No, not like that!" Sakura waved her arm.
"I'm just trying to help!" the cook said.
"No! Go sit down and take a rest! For today, I'll make everything! Does that sound good? I bet you're always cooking too! Go take a walk outdoors. Shoo!" she prodded.
The cook hesitated, looking at the mess.
"Come on, go see your lover or something! Just get out of here!" Sakura goaded.
"L-lover! Mistress! Imagine if Master Li hears you speaking nonsense!" the cook sputtered.
"What nonsense?" a masculine voice asked. He leaned against the door, glancing at the two women.
"N-nothing, Mast-master Li."
"Go! You better or I'll tell him about you-know-what!" Sakura threatened, holding up her knife.
"What's the you-know-what?" the cook asked befuddled. The cook backed slowly looking at the knife.
"Argh! Go now! Or else I'm never letting you into the kitchen again!" she shrieked. "Do you want to be fired? I didn't think so!"
"I'm going! I'll be back later but leave me the dishes and pots to do! I can't believe I'm letting you take over my kitchen!" the cook declared and rushed out of the room when she saw Sakura holding up a pot.
"Finally!" Sakura huffed. She blew her hair out of her eyes. Then she realized Li was standing in the kitchen as well. 'I'm going to ignore that.that loser!' she thought. 'Loser, big word there.ugh.'
She opened the cupboards and draws. "Pots, measurement cups, power, oil, check," she rambled on and on. After mixing the batter, she poured them into a round pan. "Into the oven," she murmured and popped the oven shut with a flick of her elbow.
"Desert's done, now for the rest," she said.
Syaoran watched Sakura bump the draw in with her hip. Moving with grace, she looked domestic in his kitchen. She always moved around, and here she was cooking! She let the cook have the day off, and took her place instead.
"Can I help?" he asked, hoping she would say 'yes'.
"No," was her reply.
He was astonished she had said 'no'. He wouldn't give up. "Please?" he tried again.
Syaoran receieved the same reply, "No." There was something about this little girl, that drew him to her.
He saw a streak of powder on her cheek. Finding a clean rag, he stood behind her. Hearing her catch her breath, he turned her around slowly. Syaoran wiped the streak off her face.
"Thanks," she said, looking grateful.
"Your welcome," he said, brushing the strands of hair that covered her face. His long fingers tracing her face, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"But you still can't help," she noted, opening her eyes and moving away from him.
He nearly fell over. "Why not?"
"Shouldn't you be elsewhere?"
"I want to help, it looks like fun," he said. "I've never really worked in the kitchen."
She gaped at him. "You've never cooked?"
"Does microwave count?" he asked with a helpless grin.
"Fine, but if you mess anything up, I'm blaming it on you!" she said. She gave him directions to stir and mix.
"No! You're doing it all wrong. It's still too rough. Like this," she said, taking the stirring spoon out of his hand. She demonstrated the graceful turns she made.
"Like this?" he asked, he covered his hand with hers and followed her movements. Their movements moved together were slow and sensual-perfect.
"Uh, like that," she stammered. "I think you got it."
She made the pasta sauce with ripe tomatoes and mushrooms. She stirred it and tasted it. "Mmm," she made a little sound at the back of her throat. "Just right."
Syaoran's grip on the handle spoon tightened at the noise she made. It was provocative.
She was boiling the water for the shells and bounced over to where he was standing.
"Done?"
"I think so," he said. She poured the batter into another pan and popped it into the lower over.
"That's about it, not much. You can go now," she said, dusting herself off from all the powder mix.
"Why would I leave when I could do this?" He took the left over batter, swiped it with one finger and put it on her nose. She looked at his finger.
"LI-KUN!" she said softly. "You asked for it!" She grabbed some batter and smeared it onto his face.
He caught her one of her fingers in his mouth. His tongue wrapped around her finger and sucked gently, "Delicious."
She didn't know how to respond. Did he mean her or the batter? She pretended to look disgusted and wiped her finger off with her apron.
"Yuck," she said. "You could have given me something."
"Cooties?" he asked. "What is this, grade school?"
Sakura gave a smile and said, "You catch on real fast." She took grabbed the powder mix and threw some onto his hair. In return, he grabbed the powder and tried to hit her with it. He missed and powder flew into the air.
"I can't see!" she said loudly. "You dork, you blinded me!"
"Well, I can't see either!"
"It's all your fault, if you hadn't thrown the powder!"
"If you hadn't thrown it onto my hair, then I wouldn' t have thrown it back!"
She reached and felt something hard and muscular. "Stop feeling on me," he teased, feeling her hand let go of his arm.
"I'm not! I told you I can't see!" she said, pushing him onto the floor. Instinctively, he pulled her down with him.
They both hit the ground with a loud thump.
"Ow, my head," Syaoran said, rubbing his head.
"Let me go," Sakura said. She moved around but he didn't let go.
Warmth spread to his lower region and he finally let her go. "We both need a shower. Geez, you're a mess."
"You're worse."
"You wanna shower first, or you want me shower first? Or we can-"
She shook her head and powder flung everywhere. She giggled softly and replied, "No thanks, you can go first. I'm going to clean up. Hopefully the cook doesn't see her kitchen in ruins."
He left without another word and couldn't believe he had a food fight. 'I haven't thrown food around since I was in school!' he thought. 'A nice cold shower would be nice.'
***
"I don't enjoy his company, I definitely don't. I think I'm going insane! Ugh, and look at my pajamas! They're dirty and soiled. I didn't buy any other pajamas either!" She took a towel and started to clean the mess they had created. "It's all his fault," she muttered.
She cleaned all the pots and pans, rinsed them, and dried them off. It took a lot but it paid off. Sakura stood back and admired her handiwork. Everything sparkled and shined.
She placed the pasta sauce on the cooler side of the stove and put the shells on a noodle screen to drain all the water away.
Sakura skipped up the steps of the staircase and decided to take a shower.
"He seems to be finished," she said. She grabbed a towel and her clothes she had bought that same day. "Oh, I think I'll take a bath instead."
***
"Where'd she go now?" he asked, but no one was around. Then he heard the water running upstairs running.
"And that answered my question," he said afterwards. He waltzed into the kitchen and noticed everything was clean, if possible, cleaner than before.
The food was neatly placed on the stove and she had even set the table up. It was a table for two. An image of Kiomi conjured right then. His freedom. Was he actually looking forward to dining with his fiancee? What the hell was wrong with him? He had a reputation to live up to.
He would be back before she would realize he was even gone. Syaoran took the keys and left the house silently.
***
"This is absolutely splendid, Mistress!" the cook exclaimed as she took another taste of the sauce.
"Please, don't call me Mistress. Call me Sakura," she said.
"Okay, Mi-Sakura," the cook stuttered.
"Oh, this isn't much. It's just American pasta I learned from a cook book Daddy bought me when he flew down to America. He said their food was different to ours, but it was still good all the same."
"It's excellent! I enjoy having you in the kitchen! Everything is clean and imaculate!" the cook said. "You're not at all like Syaoran. That boy makes his food and throws things around."
Sakura blushed at the praise and said, "Please have some."
"Oh I most definitely will! Won't you join me?" she asked.
Sakura shook her head and said, "I'll wait for Li to eat with me. Although I don't know where he went. I could have sworn he was in the house." She looked at her grey skirt and smiled.
"I thought he went out already?" the cook asked, confusion on her face.
Sakura's eye brows went up. "He did?"
"One of the workers outside said they saw him driving out of the garage," the cook answered earnestly.
In the softest voice the cook had ever heard, she said, "Oh. Well, I'll wait anyway. Maybe he forgot something."
"If that's what you want." The cook left Sakura, who felt lost.
***
Hours later, Sakura was tired of waiting. She had rearranged the set of table ware more than six times already. "I might as well change. There's no point in wearing my new clothes if I'm eating by myself."
'Shit, I forgot my pajamas,' she thought annoyed. 'I'll just borrow Li's clothes. He has so many clothes, he won't notice if a few are missing.'
She went up the spiral stairs and into his room. Syaoran's scent was everywhere. The smell of fresh pine and his colonge filled the air.
Sakura went to his closet and went through his hangers. For a man who was clumsy in the kitchen, his closet was organized. She rummaged through his shirts and accidentally tugged one out. Something fell out of his jacket. It was a small piece of notepad paper. 'No, you shouldn't be going through his things. It's his privacy. I'm invading it. Don't look. Don't look.' Curiousity got the better of her and she decided she'd look at it. Quickly. Anxious to find out what it was, she realized the paper was in the same jacket he wore today. She bent down to pick it up and read it. Her heart had sunk to her stomach and possibly to the floor she stood on.
She re-read it incase her eyes were lying to her. Her eyes weren't lying. But Syaoran was. The paper read 'Kiomi, call me' with her number on it.
Sakura felt numb all over. "So that's where Li went."
She found a pair of black sweats and a green t-shirt. Slipping them on, she forgot about her clothes in his room. Her clothes were laid forgotten and Kiomi's number fell from her fingertips and landed ontop of her clothes.
Sakura went to the kitchen and lit some candles where she had set the table for them. She couldn't sit still for some reason. So she put the shells and pasta sauce onto a plate for each of them. Sakura even had wine on the table, waiting for a couple to drink. She sighed and placed her elbow on the table. Why was she doing this in the first place?
What if he hadn't left to see Kiomi? What if he really did forget something? Was she making up excuses for him now?
Sakura waited for another few hours. She waited for the door to open with Li standing in the door way. But he never came. Her stomach growled with hunger but she fought the hunger that ate her up inside. He never came. Slowly, sleep took over her. 'I can't sleep,' she thought. 'What if he comes home?' Her eyes were lulled by the tempting sleep that taunted her from afar. She gave up waiting for Li and gave into the sweet slumber that took over her.
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I know it's a bad place to leave off, but I've been writing since morning! I hope you guys enjoyed reading it, leave your comments and feedback in the reviews but keep your predictions of what'll happen next to yourself.
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