Sorry for the long update as I had to prepare for my exams still. Sad news
to say, I would not be updating until 6 June for before then, I would be
taking my mid year examinations.
I kind of got into a fear of writing for during English lesson, my teacher has gotten us to write dozen of essays. Descriptive writing, Narrative essay, Letter writing . . . etc.
I did not have time to update for from Monday to Saturday, I would be spending twelve hours in school. I have a rather hectic schedule for I still have piano and flute lessons, plus I have to hand in a thousand work report on my project.
I was looking through my reviews and I noticed that I had a really smart reviewer. She brought up that as Syaoran had already given his allowance to Eriol, how did he come up with the money to pay Maki?
To tell you guys the truth, I kind of forgotten what I have written in the first few chapters so please for give me if they do not link.
Even though I would not be updating for two weeks, please continue to review.
Enough with the rubbish and on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS
( ) author's note
' ' thoughts
" " speaking
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~ Sakura's POV ~
My eyes widened at the convertible in front of me. It looked so classy and chic and it probably costs a bomb.
"Get in." Syaoran opened the car door for me, gesturing me to get in.
I got in with a slight hesitation and plopped down onto the passenger seat. Syaoran slammed the door shut and went into the driver's seat.
As soon as he got into the car, he reached behind and took out a hat and a pair of sunglasses.
I felt as though someone tore my heart out when I saw his putting on both items. Was it so bad to be seen with me? If so, why did he bring me out in the first place? All the excitement within me distinguished like fire, leaving behind emptiness.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I looked away from Syaoran as he started the engine and drove off.
I wanted to question him, confront him but all I could do was to look outside, watching slowly as the scenery passes us by. . . .
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~ Ryu's POV ~
I was wandering endlessly around the city, thinking of Emerald. How could I have done that? How could I frighten her with my savage side?
I had confessed my love to her but I had lost hope at her leaving without a word. She would still serve me, but only as a customer, no more than that. How could I let jealousy take over me?
I could still feel her kiss on my lips when she left me and cursed myself for messing things up.
I was on the road to depression and nothing could wake me up. Unless . . . I had Emerald back. This sudden thought gave me a plan. I could buy her from the brothel and she would be mine always, forever and ever. . .
I hailed a cab and told the driver to drive me back to the brothel. I had to see her for one last time before I carry out my plan . . .
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~ Syaoran's POV ~
She was awfully quiet on our drive to the city, not that she talks much, but too quiet. I could practically hear my own heart beat.
I felt strange that throughout this entire drive, she did not even look at me, not even one glimpse. I started to panic, feeling my palms sweat as I tried to wipe it off on my trousers.
Was it because I just gave money to the woman like that? I guess I kind of acted like a spoilt brat but that was the only way I could think of into letting me bring Sakura out.
I stopped my car in the side of the road. Sakura looked at me with a puzzled look. Was it my imagination, but her eyes looked as though they were shiny, too shiny.
Then it hit me. She was crying. I felt a sense of guilt overcoming me and did what I could think of. Removing my sunglasses, I bended over and kissed her softly on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I could feel her relaxing a little. I started deepening the kiss a little and could feel her tremble. Using my touch to trace her lips, I coaxed her into letting me enter.
After a few seconds of coaxing, she finally let me seek entrance to her mouth. She tasted sweet like honey and I twirled my tongue around hers. She ran her hands through my hair before placing them on my shoulders. Wanting to intensify the kiss more, I gently pushed her towards me. She moaned through kisses, making me increase in my passion. She suddenly pulled apart, slapping my hands from her.
Confused, I pulled her to me, making her struggle. Being the stronger one, I enveloped her in my chests. She tried to break away from my hold, beating me against my chest. I winced in pain from her painful beatings. I grabbed hold of her two arms and held it above her.
Streaks of tears stained her beautiful face as she wrenched her hands away from me, covering her face while she sobbed. I felt lost and did not know what to do.
I wrapped my arms around her, this time, she did not show any resistance, but only began to sob harder. How was it so, that she looked beautiful even when she cried?
I stroked her hair, inhaling the sweet smell of it, as I waited for her to calm down.
"What is the matter?" I tilted her face towards me, making her look into my pools of amber. She turned her face away and mumbled a tiny nothing. I was beginning to feel annoyed.
"Tell me," I pressed, sounding more stern and serious. I had to get to the bottom of things. It was driving me nuts. She looked so pale and fragile as though she was made of porcelain.
She looked at me with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. I wanted to protect her from what was hurting her, not knowing that it was me all along. The words that came through her mouth were accusing and hurtful.
"It is so bad to be with me? I am so disgraceful to you? Does it embarrass you to be seen with me until you had to resort to wearing a hat and putting on sunglasses? Why did you even take me out first place? It is because of pity or it is it because of what happened? Because I slept with you? And you felt it was your responsibility to take care of me?"
Not being able to take it anymore, I covered her mouth with my hand. Her emerald eyes were full of sadness and disillusionment. I removed my hand once I made sure she wasn't going to start again.
I took out a handkerchief and started wiping her tears with it, tracing tiny kisses on her cheeks. Her tears tasted salty and I licked them off.
"Don't be silly," now, it was my turn to explain. "It is not because of sleeping with you neither is it because of pity. Rather feeling embarrass, I am happy to have your accompany. As you know that Ryu, Eriol and I are singers, we must have a disguise so that people won't recognize us and come and disturb us. The last time I wanted was a bunch of fans coming to disturb our outing."
I saw her face light up and she was not crying any more. I saw her lips moving and on an impulse, I kissed her again.
I was going to break away when she kissed me back forcefully. I had to hold on the car seat to prevent from falling back.
"I am sorry," she mumbled between kisses. Not bothering to reply, I crushed her tiny form against mine, wanting to feel her shiver under me. She outlined my ear with her tongue, each touch sent shivers down my spine. We broke apart for air and smiled at each other.
I started the engine and continued driving towards the city. I was planning to go to a famous Italian restaurant, but first, I had to buy her some clothes and shoes.
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~ Ryu's POV ~
"What do you mean she is not in?" I shouted at Maki. She shuddered under my towering built and felt back onto the chair.
"Do you want another girl? I am positively sure that I can get you another one, of course better than Emerald," she said, as she pointed to another girl across the hallway.
I glanced across, taking in the view. I felt my anger rising sky high when I laid my eyes on the girl. She was not even beautiful and she would never even be half of Emerald. How dare that woman say she was better than Emerald? No one was better than Emerald!
I smacked Maki across the cheek. She fell back on the impact, her body slamming against the cold, hard floor.
Pulling her hair with my hand, I punched her in her stomach, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Don't you ever say than again," I threatened her, my eyes burning with rage. "Or I will make sure you live to regret it."
"I will come again. Next time make sure she is in."
I felt triumphed when I saw her mewing softly. That would teach her not to mess with me. I smirked as I walked out of the brothel.
Emerald would be mine soon enough and no one is going to stop me.
TBC.
A/N sorrie for the short chap but I did not have time. I will try and write a longer one next time. Please do not forget to review and I will post the next chapter if I can, before my exams.
I kind of got into a fear of writing for during English lesson, my teacher has gotten us to write dozen of essays. Descriptive writing, Narrative essay, Letter writing . . . etc.
I did not have time to update for from Monday to Saturday, I would be spending twelve hours in school. I have a rather hectic schedule for I still have piano and flute lessons, plus I have to hand in a thousand work report on my project.
I was looking through my reviews and I noticed that I had a really smart reviewer. She brought up that as Syaoran had already given his allowance to Eriol, how did he come up with the money to pay Maki?
To tell you guys the truth, I kind of forgotten what I have written in the first few chapters so please for give me if they do not link.
Even though I would not be updating for two weeks, please continue to review.
Enough with the rubbish and on with the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own CCS
( ) author's note
' ' thoughts
" " speaking
********************************************************************
~ Sakura's POV ~
My eyes widened at the convertible in front of me. It looked so classy and chic and it probably costs a bomb.
"Get in." Syaoran opened the car door for me, gesturing me to get in.
I got in with a slight hesitation and plopped down onto the passenger seat. Syaoran slammed the door shut and went into the driver's seat.
As soon as he got into the car, he reached behind and took out a hat and a pair of sunglasses.
I felt as though someone tore my heart out when I saw his putting on both items. Was it so bad to be seen with me? If so, why did he bring me out in the first place? All the excitement within me distinguished like fire, leaving behind emptiness.
Tears brimmed in my eyes, threatening to spill over. I looked away from Syaoran as he started the engine and drove off.
I wanted to question him, confront him but all I could do was to look outside, watching slowly as the scenery passes us by. . . .
**********************************************************************
~ Ryu's POV ~
I was wandering endlessly around the city, thinking of Emerald. How could I have done that? How could I frighten her with my savage side?
I had confessed my love to her but I had lost hope at her leaving without a word. She would still serve me, but only as a customer, no more than that. How could I let jealousy take over me?
I could still feel her kiss on my lips when she left me and cursed myself for messing things up.
I was on the road to depression and nothing could wake me up. Unless . . . I had Emerald back. This sudden thought gave me a plan. I could buy her from the brothel and she would be mine always, forever and ever. . .
I hailed a cab and told the driver to drive me back to the brothel. I had to see her for one last time before I carry out my plan . . .
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~ Syaoran's POV ~
She was awfully quiet on our drive to the city, not that she talks much, but too quiet. I could practically hear my own heart beat.
I felt strange that throughout this entire drive, she did not even look at me, not even one glimpse. I started to panic, feeling my palms sweat as I tried to wipe it off on my trousers.
Was it because I just gave money to the woman like that? I guess I kind of acted like a spoilt brat but that was the only way I could think of into letting me bring Sakura out.
I stopped my car in the side of the road. Sakura looked at me with a puzzled look. Was it my imagination, but her eyes looked as though they were shiny, too shiny.
Then it hit me. She was crying. I felt a sense of guilt overcoming me and did what I could think of. Removing my sunglasses, I bended over and kissed her softly on her lips. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I could feel her relaxing a little. I started deepening the kiss a little and could feel her tremble. Using my touch to trace her lips, I coaxed her into letting me enter.
After a few seconds of coaxing, she finally let me seek entrance to her mouth. She tasted sweet like honey and I twirled my tongue around hers. She ran her hands through my hair before placing them on my shoulders. Wanting to intensify the kiss more, I gently pushed her towards me. She moaned through kisses, making me increase in my passion. She suddenly pulled apart, slapping my hands from her.
Confused, I pulled her to me, making her struggle. Being the stronger one, I enveloped her in my chests. She tried to break away from my hold, beating me against my chest. I winced in pain from her painful beatings. I grabbed hold of her two arms and held it above her.
Streaks of tears stained her beautiful face as she wrenched her hands away from me, covering her face while she sobbed. I felt lost and did not know what to do.
I wrapped my arms around her, this time, she did not show any resistance, but only began to sob harder. How was it so, that she looked beautiful even when she cried?
I stroked her hair, inhaling the sweet smell of it, as I waited for her to calm down.
"What is the matter?" I tilted her face towards me, making her look into my pools of amber. She turned her face away and mumbled a tiny nothing. I was beginning to feel annoyed.
"Tell me," I pressed, sounding more stern and serious. I had to get to the bottom of things. It was driving me nuts. She looked so pale and fragile as though she was made of porcelain.
She looked at me with fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. I wanted to protect her from what was hurting her, not knowing that it was me all along. The words that came through her mouth were accusing and hurtful.
"It is so bad to be with me? I am so disgraceful to you? Does it embarrass you to be seen with me until you had to resort to wearing a hat and putting on sunglasses? Why did you even take me out first place? It is because of pity or it is it because of what happened? Because I slept with you? And you felt it was your responsibility to take care of me?"
Not being able to take it anymore, I covered her mouth with my hand. Her emerald eyes were full of sadness and disillusionment. I removed my hand once I made sure she wasn't going to start again.
I took out a handkerchief and started wiping her tears with it, tracing tiny kisses on her cheeks. Her tears tasted salty and I licked them off.
"Don't be silly," now, it was my turn to explain. "It is not because of sleeping with you neither is it because of pity. Rather feeling embarrass, I am happy to have your accompany. As you know that Ryu, Eriol and I are singers, we must have a disguise so that people won't recognize us and come and disturb us. The last time I wanted was a bunch of fans coming to disturb our outing."
I saw her face light up and she was not crying any more. I saw her lips moving and on an impulse, I kissed her again.
I was going to break away when she kissed me back forcefully. I had to hold on the car seat to prevent from falling back.
"I am sorry," she mumbled between kisses. Not bothering to reply, I crushed her tiny form against mine, wanting to feel her shiver under me. She outlined my ear with her tongue, each touch sent shivers down my spine. We broke apart for air and smiled at each other.
I started the engine and continued driving towards the city. I was planning to go to a famous Italian restaurant, but first, I had to buy her some clothes and shoes.
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~ Ryu's POV ~
"What do you mean she is not in?" I shouted at Maki. She shuddered under my towering built and felt back onto the chair.
"Do you want another girl? I am positively sure that I can get you another one, of course better than Emerald," she said, as she pointed to another girl across the hallway.
I glanced across, taking in the view. I felt my anger rising sky high when I laid my eyes on the girl. She was not even beautiful and she would never even be half of Emerald. How dare that woman say she was better than Emerald? No one was better than Emerald!
I smacked Maki across the cheek. She fell back on the impact, her body slamming against the cold, hard floor.
Pulling her hair with my hand, I punched her in her stomach, causing her to cry out in pain.
"Don't you ever say than again," I threatened her, my eyes burning with rage. "Or I will make sure you live to regret it."
"I will come again. Next time make sure she is in."
I felt triumphed when I saw her mewing softly. That would teach her not to mess with me. I smirked as I walked out of the brothel.
Emerald would be mine soon enough and no one is going to stop me.
TBC.
A/N sorrie for the short chap but I did not have time. I will try and write a longer one next time. Please do not forget to review and I will post the next chapter if I can, before my exams.