Our Night, Our Secrets

Syaoran watched Sakura open her apartment and grabbed his hand to pull him in along with her. Syaoran looked around her apartment, he has never been in a stranger's house before, mostly a girls'. There was a black sofa in front of a flat screen TV and a coffee table in the middle. There was a shelf with picture frames and other gadgets on it. Next to that was a CD player and a bunch of CDs were next to it. On the kitchen table, there was a vase filled with white lilies.

"I'm sorry for the mess," said Sakura, "I just moved in. Please sit down; I'll go make us some tea." Syaoran watched Sakura make tea as he sat down on the sofa and his eyes wondered over to the picture frames. There was a family picture, but they all look really young. Next to that was a picture of her and her band. There was a recent picture of her family next to that, but it was just her older brother and her with his hand on top of her head; they were both smiling.

"Why are you always so cheerful?" asked Syaoran, which surprised Sakura and making her drop hot water on her hand, "Hey… be careful."

"Ow…" sighed Sakura as she ran her hand under cold water. Syaoran had gotten up and continue to make the tea.

"Let me see your hand," said Syaoran, as Sakura just stared at him, "Don't worry I won't hurt you and do you have a first aid kit?"

"It's in the bathroom," said Sakura as she stared at him. Nobody was ever this kind or friendly with her for whom she really was. Since she was famous a lot of people just do it, because she had money or they wanted something. Syaoran came back and took care of her hand.

"Thanks," smiled Sakura as she blushed that their hands were touching, "Oh the tea is done." Sakura quickly took her hand out of Syaorans' and left to take the tea off the stove. Syaoran went back to the sofa and sat there, while Sakura brought over the tea. She sat down next to him and it stayed quiet as they drank their tea.

"Your father is Fujitaka right? The famous archeologist, who died in an accident a few years ago, right?" asked Syaoran as he stared at her. Sakura looked at him shocked and looked down with a sad expression.

"My mother died when I was really young and I don't remember much about her, but I knew she was happy and loved me greatly," said Sakura, "My father was a famous archeologist and was a great father. He was kind, smart, and everything you can name. He took care of me and Toya, until the accident…" Sakura trailed off, but continue her story, "…Toya and I were lost, but we promise we'll never cry because our parents will be sad up in heaven. I never really talk to it with my friends, because I knew they would had been sad with me and treated me different. I learned to deal with what I have and I'm grateful that I still have Toya or I wouldn't know what to do."

"You're strong," said Syaoran as he looked at Sakura's smiling face, which made her look at him, "I always try to run away from my problems. I can't ignore them like you."

"I'm sorry," said Sakura, "I was eavesdropping on you earlier at the crematory."

"It's ok I did the same," said Syaoran as he closed his eyes and continue with his story, "My father died a couple years ago and left me a great amount of money and companies, but there are a group of elders that watch out for me. They took over the companies and over my family. So pretty much they are in charge of my life. I can't do anything without them knowing or go anywhere. My mother tried to talk to them, but they ended up threatening her. I always blamed my father, but in real life I knew he never wanted to leave." Sakura pulled Syaoran into a hug, which surprised him.

"I'm sorry… but let's be friends. It'll be our secret, our cherry blossom tree," smiled Sakura as Syaoran cried into her arms for the first time in his life; he was happy.

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