A/N: Ah, summer time was here again and how I wish I could go surfing AND meet a really hot, super-awesome-nice guy like Syaoran!
Well, at least I'll get the surfing part in!
So, how did everyone like the last chapter? *blush *
I'm sure Syao and Sakura did!! *cough cough * Ummmm, anyway.
On to the next chapter!
Disclaimer: CCS doesn't belong to me, nor shall it ever, unless I become SUPER rich and pay Clamp to at least write something else for me. But don't worry, that will NEVER happen.
Chapter Six.
The rest of the trip has gone by pretty normally. At the end of their week trip, the promised storm had seemed to pass Kauai completely, and head over to their home island of Oahu. Which was perfect for the group, there they could at least enjoy the storm in their own secret coves without the media making headlines every time they crashed and burned.
However great the storm was though, Sakura hated thunder. And one particular crash woke her up at 1:00 in the morning, making her sit up in bed with a fright. Sakura looked around the room, forgetting where she was. The room was slightly masculine, so definitely not hers. But when her eyes settled on the form of Syaoran, she calmed a bit.
CRASH!
This sent Sakura diving under the covers and holding a now awake Syaoran.
"Shhhhh, its ok, its just electricity," he said, trying to comfort her. She nodded. "It'll pass, and just think of the great waves we'll be on tomorrow morning!" Sakura smiled, but unlike Syaoran, she wasn't in the mood to be thinking about surfing. But Syaoran hugged her close, and she slowly, very slowly, fell back into sleep.
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Tomoyo shivered as the wind violently shook her form as she stood on the beach. The news was right for once, and the storm had only seemed to grow, making the waves a perfect playground for Sakura and The Clan. Tomoyo had decided to sit this one out.
Sakura was a much better athlete then she was. When they had first become friends, Sakura had already been surfing for a few years. But after many weeks of explaining the freeness she felt, Sakura had finally gotten Tomoyo to try it.
Though she wasn't naturally amazing at it like Sakura was, she really did like the feeling it gave her. She ended up getting pretty good with the help of her amazing coach Sakura, and got even better with Eriol's latest help. But for days like this, she traded in her board for her camera, for filming was her great love. Tomoyo watched as Sakura's graceful pink form took to the wave, it was a perfect shot.
"Who is she?" Tomoyo heard someone ask behind her, reminding her that she was not alone. More then a few paparazzi surrounded her, watching the Clan, and now Sakura, on the waves.
"I heard her name is Sakura, she's Li's new girlfriend." Someone else said.
"New? More like only," someone commented.
"She's almost good enough on her own," a male said. "I wonder how the Clan likes having a female on their team." Tomoyo smirked.
"Man Sakura, that was an awesome ride!" yelled Chris as he gave the girl a double high five. Sakura blushed.
"Thanks," she answered. "I don't know how you guys do it though, it takes everything I have not to have those cameras take my concentration."
The guys shrugged.
"Just used to it I guess," JimRay said. "I call next one!" he yelled and paddled away.
Sakura laughed, but then frowned a bit, a little nausea surfacing. It didn't get past Syaoran.
"Everything ok?" he asked worriedly.
"I just don't feel really great," she said.
"It's getting late anyway, why don't we head inside?" Syaoran asked. Sakura smiled, but shook her head in a negative.
"No, I'll just go in. This is a great set and who knows how long it'll last," she said. But Syaoran was persistent and the boys added that they were getting tired anyway. Sakura knew that Syaoran was a keeper.
As they headed onto land, all the paparazzi started to leave, but one man stayed.
"Syaoran Li?" he asked, coming up to the group. Syaoran stopped and turned to the man.
"Yeah, that's me," he answered.
"My name is Michael Woodland, I am a representative of Quicksilver. We've been watching you for awhile now, and would like it if you came a surfed for us." He said, holding out a card.
"You mean, like a sponsorship?" Syaoran asked, without taking the card.
"We know you have a reputation for turning down sponsors, but we're hoping that you'll consider ours," he said again. "Please, take it." He said referring to his card again. Syaoran took the card and nodded.
"Nice to talk to you," he said. "Please feel free to call us at anytime." Then his bowed his head to Sakura, Tomoyo and the others before leaving.
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Sakura was resting on Syaoran's bare chest in bed later that night, as he twirled the card in his fingers.
"Syaoran, why do you turn down sponsors? With the money, you could keep surfing the rest of your life and doing the things you love to do," Sakura asked, breaking Syaoran out of his thoughts.
"I came to Hawaii because I wanted freedom," Syaoran said, then paused. "My home back in China was very bonding. I was always on a strict schedule, always had to do what others told me. So when I found surfing, I felt amazingly free and never went back." He looked at the card. "If I get sponsored I have to go places they want me to go, do events and ride waves that they want. And if I'm no good, they drop me like that."
Sakura hugged Syaoran, she had never heard him talk of his life before Hawaii. She knew that he had grown up in Hong Kong, China, but that was it. As for parents and siblings, she didn't know, and she had never pushed. Syaoran had actually met her father once in the past 7 months that they had been dating when Fujitaka had come to visit her for a weekend. They had taken a liking to each other instantly and got a long great.
"But," Syaoran started again, shaking Sakura out of her revere. "I don't want to work at Amelia's the rest of my life and I'm running out of chances." He turned around and kissed Sakura.
The next morning Syaoran's alarm clock seemed to go off way too early. He mumbled, leaned over and hit the snooze button. The pair laid in bed, unmoving for a few moments.
"I don't want it to be Monday," Sakura groaned, snuggling up to her boyfriend. He smiled and gladly pulled her to him.
"Me neither, but we should get up." Sakura nodded and stretched out. Then she froze and ran to the bathroom. Syaoran stuck his head out of his closet in worry.
"Sakura? Are you alright?" he said, walking over to the bathroom. He didn't get a response until she came out, looking slightly pale.
"Yeah, I've just been feeling weird lately," she answered. Syaoran grabbed her wrist gently and put a hand to her forehead.
"You don't have a fever," he mumbled. "Sakura, I think you should go see a doctor, you haven't been feeling well for days." Sakura shook her head no.
"I'm ok, or I will be. Its probably nothing." Syaoran gave her a look. "Fine, if it keeps up I will go to a doctor." Seemingly satisfied with her answer, Syaoran let her go and kissed her forehead, and went back to getting changed.
Besides a nauseating feeling during breakfast, Sakura felt fine the rest of the day. At the end of the day, she told Syaoran that she had been fine, and he didn't push the subject, happy that everything was seemingly ok.
But the next morning everything happened again. Sakura woke up to find herself sick, but then she was fine.
After a few more days of this Syaoran made Sakura a doctor's appointment.
"Syaoran, its just in the mornings. I don't think its life threatening, and if it is, then only to my morning-personality." She said joking, Syaoran didn't smile.
"I set up an appointment for you tomorrow," he said, handing her a sticky note. On the sticky note was the time, place and doctors name. "Just go, and make sure you are ok." Sakura sighed.
"I love you," he said, leaving her to go take a shower.
"I love you too," she grumbled.
When Syaoran was out of the shower, Sakura had already left. He walked into his room and got changed. He was on for late duty tonight, as Abe was adjusting to normal times, instead of just trainee.
Shaking his wet bangs from his face, he went out into his living room. It was always so quiet when Sakura wasn't there. Syaoran already missed her bright smiling face that lit up the room when she was there. He sighed as he opened the refrigerator door. He was getting used to having her around all the time.
"What was the sigh for?" a voice said from behind him. Syaoran stopped pouring his orange juice to find the source of the voice.
Eriol was sitting on the couch reading, his glasses sitting on the tip of his nose.
"Nothing," Syaoran grumbled before gulping his drink down. Eriol smirked and set aside his reading material.
"Come on, I know you know I know you better then that." Syaoran blinked.
"What?" Eriol got up.
"We've been cousins since we were born, not having a choice. But we've also been friends since then too. You're thinking about that Quicksilver offer. And a certain brown haired beauty."
Syaoran put his glass in the sink, not at all surprised that Eriol could read his thoughts so easily. After a few minutes of silence, and Syaoran starring intently at the light fixture above the kitchen he spoke, almost scaring Eriol.
"I love her. Even though we've only been together for eight months, I can't see myself without her. And frankly that scares me. I've been by myself for so long, I'm just not sure of myself…" Eriol just listened. "I don't want to screw anything up." Syaoran whispered.
"Sakura is just as much in love with you as you are with her. It would take something huge to mess this one up."
Syaoran nodded and made his way back to his room. He picked up Michael Woodland's card and sat on his bed, which Sakura had made before she left.
He had better make a decision pretty soon.
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Syaoran was nervous.
It had been 4 entire days since he had seen or heard from Sakura.
He had called her cell phone, he had called her house phone, and he had called Tomoyo's phone.
Only Tomoyo had answered, and confirmed that she had seen her, but not much.
At least she was alive, one worry down.
Which only gave way to another one- he had done something wrong. Eriol had said that it would take something big, that Sakura was in love with him too, but what had he done?!?
Syaoran sighed, as he flipped a burger on the grill at Amelia's.
He just didn't know what he had done.
And on top of that he had the possible sponsorship on his mind all the time. He hadn't told anyone of the possibility, he had wanted to talk it over to Sakura first. But she had been completely unreachable.
"Syaoran!!" he heard someone yell, bringing him from his thoughts.
"What?!" he asked, clearly annoyed. Eriol's face looked back at him, pointing to the grill.
"Your burger is burning!"
"Crap!" Syaoran yelled, flipping it speedily, but it was no use, it was already burnt. Syaoran sighed, "Hopefully this isn't a metaphor for my relationship." Eriol looked on as his best friend sauntered off.
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Tomoyo waited underneath the street lamp later that night. Eriol had said he would meet her outside her house at 10. It was 10:15. Suddenly, Syaoran and Eriol's jeep came around the corner. Tomoyo opened the door and got in as the car slowed down.
"What's going on?" Eriol asked. Tomoyo was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"Sakura hasn't called Syaoran in days and he's completely beating himself up for it. And I don't know anymore then he does on what could have happened. You are Sakura's best friend," Tomoyo looked down, "and I'm asking you, what happened?"
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A buzzing sound woke up the Chinese surf prodigy a day later. He had the lunch and dinner shift that day, and wasn't expecting to be up for another few hours. His arm lazily searched for the vibrating cell phone somewhere atop his dresser as he pulled his head from the covers. He opened it, blurry eyes struggling to make out the name on the caller ID. His mind did a double take. It read: Sakura.
With tremendous speed he pressed the button and almost yelled, "Hello?!" The other line was silent, but before he could ask 'Hello?' again, Sakura's voice came on.
"Hey. I'm sorry I haven't called in the last few days," she said, sounding unusually quiet.
"I have to admit, I've been really worried. What happened? Are you ok?" Syaoran asked.
"I…I have to talk to you," was the reply. Syaoran noticed briefly how she avoided the question.
"Sure, when do you want to meet? I get off of work at 8." He grimaced, God, it sounded so informal.
"Tomoyo won't be home tonight, so my place is probably best."
"Alright, I'll swing by your place right after work," Syaoran said, hoping that the mood would lighten in some way.
"I-" she seemed to hesitate, "I'll see you here." And the line was dead.
"She's going to break up with me." Syaoran exclaimed somberly in the kitchen later that night.
"She's not going to break up with you," JimRay reassured him as they prepared an order.
"You don't know what she sounded like," Syaoran said distressed.
"Eriol," JimRay yelled as Eriol entered the kitchen to pick it up. "Tell Syao here that Sakura is not breaking up with him tonight!" Eriol looked up at Syaoran.
"She's not breaking up with you," he said.
"Well you sound reassured." Syaoran said accusingly. Then he paused, "You talked to Tomoyo didn't you?!" he said, pointing his spatula at the blue haired man. Eriol shrugged.
"She didn't tell me the whole story. But she did tell me to tell you that Sakura loves you." With that Eriol took the food and left Syaoran standing there.
"I'm not sure if that made me feel better, or worse."
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He had been standing in front of the front door for six minutes. Sakura and Tomoyo's neighbors were having a party, and he had been forced to park around the block, thus walking to her house and standing at the door for six- now seven- minutes. What was he doing?
He was nervous. Eriol had assured him that Sakura was still in love with him, but why should he have doubted that in the first place? What had happened in the last week that she hadn't called? There was only one way to find out.
So, he knocked.
Something like a dish being dropped was heard from the inside, then a pause, and then he could here footsteps coming to the door.
Again there was a pause from her side, and the lock was being opened. When Sakura opened the door, Syaoran let out the breath he had been holding unconsciously. Damn it was good to see her again.
There he was. She had been avoiding him for days, and now, with him standing at her front door, she realized how much she'd missed him. He looked nervous, and he had every right to be with the information she had for him. He looked nervous, but she was nervous. Then she realized he was still outside, and they were still standing there.
"Come on in," she said. Syaoran stepped into her shared apartment. He had spent many a night there, but not recently.
Sakura was fidgeting, looking everywhere but him. She was about to speak, but Syaoran interrupted.
"Look, what is going on? What is with this super tense atmosphere? Why are you being so informal? We're dating, remember?" he stopped. Sakura looked just as surprised with his outburst as he did. He sighed. "Look, I'm sorry and I'm not mad." He took her hands in his. "It's just, you haven't called me in days! And now you're acting awkward around me, and I don't like it. Please tell me what's wrong." He all but pleaded.
Sakura looked into his amber eyes and caved, hugging him close. They stayed like that, silent, for a while, but before he could speak again, she broke apart.
"Let's go into the living room, you may want to sit down." Still holding hands, Sakura led him to the couch, where they both sat. He looked at her to talk, and she took a deep breath.
"I went to the doctors a few days ago like you told me to," she started. Her hands tightened on his, and he did the same back to her in reassurance- and a bit of worry. "Syaoran, I know this messes up everything, but I don't know any other way of saying it but-"
"You're not dying are you?" he asked.
"What?" Sakura said, shocked that he interrupted her speech.
"Oh my God, you have some terminal disease, and you've only got a month to live! Please tell me that's not it." He said, gripping her tight.
"No, Syaoran I don't have a horrible disease. I'm," he looked him in the eye and took one more deep breath. "Syaoran, I'm pregnant."
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A/N: I'm soooooooooo soooooooo soooooo sorry that I haven't updated in like- forever! And now I leave you with this horrible cliffy!!! Please forgive me!!
I have had total, and 100% compete writers block on this fic. I knew what needed to happen, but never knew how to do it.
So, everyone please thank Vipaka for literally *forcing* me to write this. Which I'm glad I did.
See you next time, which should be much sooner. Ja!