Did another major editing. Brace yourself for another long one.
Chapter Eight
"Unanswered Questions"
Syaoran stopped his tracks and faced her. Their eyes met. Sakura felt the need to ask him her question since this opportunity was rare. "Syaoran? Can I ask you something?" although she felt uncertain.
"What is it?" They were now in front of Mr. Ukitate's room.
"Uhm…" she seemed lost with words.
"Just get it over with."
"Oh, never mind!" his arrogance got the best of her.
Syaoran frowned. "You really haven't changed since our breakup, have you?"
This made her chagrin. "That was really uncalled for."
"Sorry, I just recalled it somehow."
"But you've changed. You're more arrogant than ever." Sakura beamed at him.
"Thanks," returning a similar smile to her.
"I changed my mind. I'll ask you another question. Answer it honestly, please."
He couldn't resist her charm. "Yes, Sakura-sama," it was hard hiding the amusement in his face. He raised his right hand as if pledging. "I won't lie and tell the truth as Sakura-sama wishes."
The question she was about to ask has always had a small space in her mind. "Do you really love Naomi?" she asked frankly.
Her question caught him off-guard. This question was new to him; nobody has ever asked him that. With him being physically close to Naomi, everybody around him automatically assumed that he loves her. Sakura was the first one to question that. "What's with the random question?" he asked trying to avoid the question.
Sakura sighed. "It just crossed my mind," it was a lie.
"If you answer my question, I'll answer yours," his voice seemed demanding.
"Really?"
"You don't trust me?" Syaoran's eyes narrowed.
"Well, you really haven't shown you're trustworthy."
"Ouch."
"Just being honest…" she felt regretful for being so insensitive. "What is it?"
It seemed like straightforwardness was the only way to make her answer. "Who do you think is causing all these? You know…" he paused for a while. "…the bad things happening to you. Because I'm not sure if you're really the one doing all of these bad things…" another short pause, "…I just have this feeling." It was certainly curiosity that filled his mind.
His question, too, caught her by surprise. You. Her head wanted to shout it out a solid answer, but her heart said otherwise. "I don't know," she lied.
Obviously, Syaoran saw through her lie. "If you're not going to be honest, then there's no point in answering your question." His voice was flat and bleak.
"Right…" was the only word that came out her mouth.
Sakura was seated at the far end of the classroom, forbidden to talk to her companion, well; she decided not to talk to him, anyway, just to be safe. The room was very quiet, nobody talking; only the sound of lead scratching rough surfaces filled the whole room. It was getting dark outside as Sakura examined the tawny atmosphere. 5:41, ass-numbing detention was almost over. And, about an hour and a half pass the awkward silence she and Syaoran shared outside Mr. Ukitate's room.
Syaoran occupied the seat at the farthest side, opposite to Sakura's. Bored as he was, he couldn't keep himself in one place. He would check his phone every now and then just to check if their two hours of torture was coming to an end. With much gusto, he took out his cell phone from his side pocket, and looked at the time. 5:43.
He examined their teacher first; he seemed busy enough not to pay him any attention, so he dared to check. Silently, he stood up and went towards Sakura's direction. Astonishment was written on her face as she saw what he was doing. "What's this about, Li-san?" Mr. Ukitate's eyes were now on them, and not in his work.
"Ah," his voice sounded as if he got results from a science experiment, and then faced him. "I just want to talk to her. I think I'd die from boredom over there."
A smirk marked Mr. Ukitate's face. "Oh. Then, sorry for bothering you," he was totally sarcastic. Syaoran couldn't help but chuckle weakly. "Tell me, Li-san, what is a detention?"
"I don't have any idea, sir." His voice was just as sarcastic as their teacher's.
Mr. Ukitate raised one hand in front of his face. "Manner issues," he raised his little finger. "Anger management issues," his ring finger rose as if counting. "Now, sarcasm," finally raising his middle finger. "I see three things your parents taught you. Are there more?" his voice taunting.
Bothered by the sudden mention of his dead parents, he lost his temper. His teeth bared and both his fists shaking in fury. "Don't you dare accuse my parents of anything!" Not caring who he was talking to; whenever someone talks about his parents in a foul manner he'd burst from rage.
The teacher, Mr. Ukitate, kept himself composed. Sakura stood up, "Please stop." She was pertaining to both of them. "Ukitate-sensei, please let Syaoran cool off a bit. Forgive his manners," she went and grabbed Syaoran by the wrist, "come on…" as she dragged him outside.
"Sure," as he continued to do his work.
Upon arriving outside, Sakura closed the door behind her. "Are you alright?" she asked him softly, showing utmost concern. "I'll be the one to apologize in behalf of Ukitate-sensei. I'm sorry if he had to talk about your parents that way." She let her go.
Gradually, his anger lessened. He closed his eyes, and started breathing slowly. With every exhale he felt his muscles ease. After some more breaths, he opened his eyes. "Don't, it's not your fault." Every second reminded him of his deceased parents.
Sakura felt that she could only do little, and giving him a hug would be the best way to help him. "I know they were vey proud of you," her voice showed sincerity with every word. "When I met them for the first time years ago, I knew how proud they were of you. They even told me that I was lucky to have you. 'I've never seen a better man,' you're daddy would always tell me."
"Mother used to say that I should never hurt you." Memories of them together clouded up their minds.
"I think I remember that," the uneasiness on Sakura's face was hidden away from Syaoran.
"But, I did." Sakura couldn't answer. "Sorry," he whispered to her.
Sakura nodded in response.
They fell silent. Sakura was still hugging Syaoran. It seems to her that it's just a friendly gesture, but Syaoran might have thought otherwise. Her heart was pounding now; she forgot how it felt to be beside him, to see him at his weakest, when he's vulnerable, no longer the jerk she always knew. This is wrong. Sakura couldn't help but let him go. It seemed fair to both of them, and also, for Naomi. It's like I'm making him cheat on his girlfriend. Her arms wanted to wrap itself around Syaoran, though it seemed wrong. With enough strength to muster, she gave him a pat on the back, gently and friendly. Why am I doing this? Is this how I repay what he's done to me? She couldn't help but doubt her own actions. I am so stupid!
Now that he was clam, Syaoran looked at her. He couldn't hide the loneliness and sadness he felt, though he tried. "You have to apologize," he heard Sakura's words. "He was wrong, and so were you. It'll just be fair. I think he'd apologize if you would." To Syaoran, she seemed sure enough that everything she said was going to happen.
"Yes, Sakura-sama." He obliged, feeling grateful for her comfort. Sakura's lips curled to a wide smile.
They entered the room; Syaoran in front while Sakura followed in silence. It seemed that Mr. Ukitate still had his coolness. Gotta get this over with. Syaoran took a deep breath, sucking in air and his pride altogether. For her. "Ukitate-sensei," he bowed in apology, "I'm sorry for losing my temper. I was out of line, and I'm sorry." When he raised his head to take a look at him, a smiling Mr. Ukitate faced him without any hint of sarcasm or mockery.
"I, also, am sorry," both of them were surprised to see him bow down, "I shouldn't have accused your parents of anything. I had been wrong." He raised his head to look at them, and smiled. "A teacher teaches his students and expects something in return – lessons from his students, as well." This made both of them smile. "I know when I am wrong, and I accept that. And I see you, too, know when you are wrong, and you accept it like a man," Mr. Ukitate was now talking to Syaoran. A smug smile became evident from Syaoran's face.
"Before you go," he pointed at his watch. Both of them looked, and it was already 6:07 in the evening. "May I have a word with Kinomoto-san?" Sakura was surprised for his request. She nodded once in reply, feeling curious and anxious at the same time.
"See you, sensei." Syaoran got his bag and went towards the door. Before leaving, "I'll wait for you outside."
"She'll be there in a bit," Mr. Ukitate assured him. Syaoran nodded then left the room leaving Sakura alone with Mr. Ukitate.
"Thank you," Sakura faced her teacher, surprised.
Puzzled as she was, all she could utter was: "What for?" She couldn't help but sound staggered.
He smiled at her before answering. "For helping out a friend," Sakura's eyes narrowed. "Oh, are you not friends?" The sudden shaking of her head seemed enough answer. "Then, what is your relationship with him?" It didn't seem like he was prying, so she answered.
"We used to be friends," the bitterness in her voice was there, together with regret.
"Oh." Mr. Ukitate seemed to be lost at words.
An awkward silence came upon them.
Mr. Ukitate cleared his throat before speaking. "Then, I hope, someday, you'll regain what you lost."
The school grounds were now dark, but it wasn't the first time that they've been there during nighttime. Some activities were held rarely in school that made them stay up late, like bonfires and dances.
Now, Sakura was preoccupied by the darkness enclosing them, instead of the conversation with Mr. Ukitate earlier. "The school's a bit scary at night," Sakura said as she caught a glimpse of a creepy window that held only darkness on the other side.
Syaoran chuckled. "You really get scared easily, don't you?" He grabbed her hand and held it tight. "Would this help?" looking at her straight in the eyes.
Although she couldn't deny the comfort she now felt, it felt like she was doing something wrong. She ignored the hotness in her cheeks. "No, it doesn't," she used her free hand to remove his. "And what you've been doing the whole day isn't right."
"And, may I ask why, milady?" using his British accent.
They were now walking on the dark school grounds. Sakura stopped her tracks, "For you, dear sir, already have a fine young lady waiting for you," imitating his British accent. "Won't this be, for a young gentleman such as yourself, an immoral act?"
Syaoran face showed sadness though inconspicuous in the dark. "Ah, my actions can never be forgiven. May heaven bring its wrath upon this immoral and sinful child!" he raised his hands in the air. However, his mind was filled with doubt and questions. Maybe he was really cheating on Naomi by doing what he did. Maybe he was really doing it all for revenge. Maybe he was angry at her, and he wanted her to suffer. Maybe, there were just too many 'Maybe's. But he kept it to himself, and was glad that the darkness hid his emotions. His hands reached out to her, "If my one and only love can never forgive me, may I ask this young lady to forgive me in her place? For I cannot live if she is to hate me forevermore!"
"Oh no, dear sir, for I am not her. I am not the one you love, and it shall be wrong if I took her place."
"But you must, if I am to live," he now knelt down. They must have looked weird to the few people who remained in the school – good thing for doing it at night.
Sakura went with him and his British accent, once more. She looked away, and placed her hands in her chest; left hand over the other. "Then, you shall die."
When she looked at his direction, she saw him beaming at her. He raised his hand and clapped three times, "You can win Juliet's role, hands down."
"I'm not auditioning for it," as she smiled back.
Syaoran shook his head slowly. "Oh. Well then, it'll be such a waste."
"So, I'll be going, it was fun and weird at the same time," she waved him goodbye and started walking away.
Hurriedly, Syaoran ran after her. When he got ahead of her he started walking backwards, facing her. "Won't you be scared walking home in the dark… alone?" his tone of voice sounded teasing.
"Now that you've mentioned it…" she sounded pleading, "Can you, please, please, without malice or whatsoever, walk me home?" then turned desperate. Syaoran couldn't help but laugh at her cute, little state.
When he was able to stop, "But you'll have to answer the question earlier," he stated his condition.
"What qu–"
"You can't get something unless you pay the sufficient price, right?" he cut her short.
Once she remembered his question, she turned from desperate to stoic. Sakura would do anything except to answer that question, and he left her no other choice. With a gloomy expression on her face, she waltzed right through him, into the cold and dark street without saying another word.
He couldn't help but feel disappointed. "So you'll never say it even if you walk alone? In the dark, cold, scary streets?" he asked her from behind. He saw her head shake.
"Really?" as he caught up to her, now they were walking together.
She smiled gently and answered; "Really."
A loud sigh came out his mouth. "Then, might as well walk you home," feeling dissatisfied since his curiosity remained.
Her triumph made her grin. "I win," she said in a proud manner.
"Yep," he shook his head. "One point for Sakura-sama."
Time passed by and the school can no longer be seen. Some people were still on the streets, like them, going home. Only few people were loitering around, most of them were men who were smoking heaven knows what; another good thing for having Syaoran with her.
A few more minutes passed by and then Syaoran broke their silence. "Hey," he started. "I know you won't answer my question, but I think I have a fairly good idea who," his voice was sure and proud.
She pouted a little. "Even if you state names, I won't answer."
"Well, I figured much," his voice was as sure as before. "Since you are so keen to hide your suspect, then there can only be two choices," he raised his hands, Sakura tried ignoring him. "One," he raised his little finger, "it's someone very, very close to me." He raised his ring finger, "Or two, I'm your suspect." Right on the spot, but thankfully, Sakura was able to keep her composure.
She continued to walk as if she heard nothing. "Hey, Sakura," making sure that she knew who he was talking to since she kept on ignoring him. "I'll just ask you another question, will you answer?" while grabbing the arm which made her stop her tracks.
With a sigh, she looked back. "Depends on your question," she tried sounding as if bored.
"Then, I'll give it a try!" a short pause. "Did you really cheat on me?" her eyes widened in shock.
Her face suddenly turned serious. "What do you think?" she looked at him in the eyes.
He couldn't help but stare back. "Hmm…" He fell silent.
Sakura's lips curled to a weak smile. "Silence means yes, right?" as she jerked her arm away. Syaoran let go. She went on her way, but stopped when she heard Syaoran speak.
"Then, would you mind answering?" he asked, feeling pathetic, eyes on his feet.
With a quick twirl, she looked at him. "I won't answer. I want you to answer that question yourself," his eyes turned slowly to her, meeting her gaze. "Yet it seems that you've come up with a conclusion." She flashed her white teeth before turning away, and then continued to walk. Syaoran followed her from behind, silent.
"I wonder…" while keeping her eyes in front. Curiosity was what she felt at the moment. "Why ask that question now?"
He was not so sure himself. Doubt occupied his mind, regret filled his heart. "I-I-just…" endeavoring the qualm within himself, and was unable to find the words.
"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Silence.
A few minutes passed by and they arrived at Sakura's place. When she turned to him, he still seemed hesitant. "Thanks for walking me home." She stopped in front of the concrete steps.
"Go on inside, then," gesturing his hands towards the door.
"Good night," as she waved goodbye, then walked up the flight of steps.
He smiled sweetly at her. "Just like old times?" This made her twitch a little from surprise, but was able to keep on walking. Sakura heard him chuckle from behind her. "Good night, Sakura. Sweet dreams," as he waved goodbye, though unseen by Sakura.
With a soft thud, Sakura closed the door behind her, laying her back on the oak wood door, feeling dismal. Why did he have to dig the past up? What does he suddenly want from me? Slowly, her body slid down, finally making her sit on the cold floor, her knees upon her chest. I am so miserable! Why did let any of that affect me? Ugh, I am utterly hopeless. She buried her face in her knees, and let the tears flow freely from her eyes.
The following day she got up early to prepare breakfast. With little enthusiasm, she ate, took a quick shower, got dressed, and went to school. It was another day; she received about ten letters, and read every one of it. She did not cry even if words stabbed her like knives and, sadly, every time it plunges through her, it heals, just to receive another blow. She was used to it by now, receiving things like that for the past year. Thankful, even, that only a few people confront her with her supposed-to-be-evil-doings.
Classes turned out to be boring as ever. They were given loads of homework – a quiz to prepare for Calculus, a paper in World History, a ten-item translation of Japanese to English, and a chapter long to read for Chemistry. If Syaoran wasn't bugging her, she would have died from boredom and from too much information. Ironic as it may seem, she kept away from him, though she wanted to be closer. She was amused and annoyed at the same time. Technically, she was amused because Syaoran kept on muttering nonsense and annoyed since almost every girl in class looked at her like some thief. Since she was – due to unknown circumstances except for Syaoran and his little buddies – the apple of his eyes as of the moment, she was considered to be stealing him away, if not from his girlfriend, Naomi, from girls who had reveries of him and still are.
Syaoran sat beside Sakura for the whole day. Though, Sakura imagined it would be unbearable, she was able to endure almost seven hours of his company. They were now the topic of every conversation in class since they intrigued most people. Sakura became a loathsome rival to all who infatuated Syaoran.
The bell rang, and it was dismissal time. Sakura packed her things as soon as she heard the bell ring. Stupid as she felt, she didn't want to spend more time with him, it was just too unusually. He was moving awfully and uncomfortably close, too close.
"Come on, Tomoyo-chan," Sakura stood up as their teacher left the room.
Tomoyo was still fixing her things, but hurried when she saw Sakura's expression. She seemed anxious, and Tomoyo decided to ask about it when out of everybody's earshot.
Both left the room in a hurry. Eyes peered towards Sakura's direction as she rushed towards them, though she didn't pay it much attention. Before leaving the room, she took a quick glance over Syaoran's direction. He was still seated on his chair, staring mindlessly over the window.
Sakura felt a soft nudge on her waist. "Stop staring," the voice commanded in a hushed tone of voice.
Quickly, she shook her head away from his direction. Her glance unknowingly turned to ogling. "I wasn't staring."
Tomoyo snorted as she pulled her away.
A group of teenagers were loitering around the school grounds. Two girls were seated on the bench just outside the school building, about three guys on the grass and a girl stood in front of them.
Syaoran was headed their direction. "Syaoran!" Fuji called out to him as he waved his hand.
When he approached them, Alicia stood up from the bench. "Sit here," Alicia sounded unfriendly, and then stood beside Natsuki. Syaoran did what he was told, and took his seat beside his girlfriend.
"Hi," Syaoran mouthed.
Naomi forced out a weak smile. "Hi," then he pecked her lips with his.
"How is Kinomoto doing?" Fuji asked while he seated upright, brushing his gray hair with his hand.
Syaoran put his arm on Naomi's shoulder before looking at Fuji. As his hand found a comfortable place in her shoulder, Naomi held it with her hand. "Well… it's just second day and," his voice turned proud, "we're doing quite well." He seemed confident, though something sounded off. Kogure hooted. Syaoran felt Naomi's grip tighten. It seemed that he was, to his surprise, smiling without him knowing, and Naomi saw the unusual smile of his face. In that same instant, he straightened his face.
"I see you've been doing very well," Kogure said gleefully. "We saw you talking to her during Calculus class," Kogure noticed Syaoran's face turn suspicious. "Well, we just checked if you were even trying to win the bet," he assured him. Syaoran's face softened a little. "You were, how do I say this? You were… friendly–"
"Too friendly," Alicia cut him off.
Naomi couldn't completely hide her jealousy, though her acting skills were enough to convince some of them. "Don't worry, Alicia-chan, I know Syaoran's still mine," her voice sounded confident as it usually does.
Syaoran smiled at her, forcefully, and then kissed her. It looked like Eriol was the only one who noticed him, to his perspective, flash a grin.
Fuji started conversing with Kogure about how Syaoran was doing, and what his prize would be if he won. Naomi, Natsuki, and Alicia whose face showed disappointment, went to the ladies' room together. Eriol kept silent.
Now that Naomi was away, Syaoran could think clearly. Lazily, he lifted his head and looked up and let his mind wander. Fuji and Kogure were still talking, but now on a heated argument.
The sky was clear and a bit blinding. It was bright though it was already dusk. Syaoran fixed his eyes on a less bright direction of the sky, where he saw clouds of different shapes; the sky was starting to turn orangey. He breathed a lungful of oxygen and then tried emptying his mind.
Uncertain as he was, he closed his eyes to think. Darkness – it always gave him enough room to think. Kogure's husky voice was becoming louder, but Syaoran gave it no attention. He was too busy accumulating all his thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" Eriol's voice was familiar to him. He opened his eyes lazily, and saw that Eriol's face was about two feet away from his.
"Nothing," he replied in a calm tone, his gentle voice soothing.
"It's never good to lie."
"Interested, aren't we?" He straightened up to give Eriol space.
Eriol sat beside him and grinned at him. "Intrigued would be the better word, so will you tell me?"
"But it seems like you already know," Syaoran saw through his façade. "So, why are you still asking?"
He grinned wider than before. "I have a pretty good idea. It's just surprising," Syaoran's eyes narrowed. "Surprising," Eriol repeated putting emphasis before continuing, "that you're a little, no, not a little, you are much more cheerful than before."
"How so?" Syaoran couldn't help but ask.
"I am the one interrogating here, not you."
"Fine," he looked away feeling rather impatient that he left him hanging.
Syaoran felt Eriol move closer and then whispered. "I'll bet my life that it's Sakura-chan."
"What? Where did that come from?" Although to him it made perfect sense.
"Just don't take Tomoyo-chan. That is, if you want to live." Syaoran couldn't help but laugh, and so did Eriol.
Fuji and Kogure faced to two of them, since they were laughing quite loud. "I'm not so sure myself." Syaoran told the truth.
"Although, I know that she will never prefer you over me," Eriol's voice was proud and sure.
"I'm much more doubtful about that one, though." Then, he laughed louder than before.
Sakura and Tomoyo were on their way home. Passing some students who, as common as the clouds in the sky, eyed Sakura as she went by, she did her best to ignore them.
Classroom, classroom, music room, classroom, comfort room; they passed by before arriving at the end of the hall. Before they went walking across the school grounds and into the gates, they couldn't help but notice the loud laughter of somebody nearby.
When they looked at the direction where it came from, they saw a group of boys, specifically Syaoran Li, Eriol Hiiragizawa, Fujiro Watanabe, and Kogure Aoi.
Sakura looked away the moment she recognized Syaoran. Tomoyo did what she did, but in a more subtle manner.
The atmosphere was cool and breezy, the sun was starting to set, and the tawny light from the sun enveloped the sky. Sakura felt eyes behind her. As soon as she turned her head, she caught sight of some girls looking at her. She turned her back on them, and a soft sigh escaped her lips.
Sakura saw Naomi, Satsuki and Alicia pass by them as they went on their way. But not long after, three guys approached them. "Yo!" the guy on the middle raised his right hand in greeting.
Both kept silent, and paid them no attention.
"Snobs, aren't we?" another one voiced out.
They kept their mouths shut and their composure.
Seeing that the two girls didn't want to cooperate, the three of them did it as subtle as possible, although most eyes were now upon them.
"Come on," the guy in the middle held Sakura by the shoulder. Sakura shrugged his hand off.
"We really don't want others to disturb us, right?" His voice was softer as he held her again, but now with more strength.
Sakura tried, once again, to shrug off the unwanted hand, but couldn't out power him. "Let me go!" Sakura ordered, but still, he forcefully dragged her to the school building. "What are you–"
The other two were guarding Tomoyo and the others as well, if they tried to interfere. "Hey! Where are you taking Sakura-chan?! Let her go!" she tried pushing them away, but like Sakura, could do nothing.
Both Syaoran and Eriol stood up, followed by Satsuki, but Fuji kept her away. They went to help Sakura and Tomoyo, which the other onlookers found annoying. Naomi took the seat Syaoran just left, Alicia beside her.
"What's your problem?" the guy asked them as the three. He's taller than both Eriol and Syaoran, more buff, and it seemed, more experienced with what they were about to do.
Syaoran pushed them away. "Let me through," he ordered them, his face and voice was serious.
The same guy laughed. "And what will happen if we don't?" as he kept on taunting him. Eriol tried to push through as well, but just as Syaoran, was stopped by the other.
Furious as he was feeling at the moment, he couldn't help but get violet. "This," punching the guy in front of him straight to the face. He flinched and fell back a few feet from the force.
The other one punched Syaoran back, but he was able to dodge and give him a jab on the stomach. He, too, was surprised from the strength Syaoran mustered.
Eriol made sure that Tomoyo was out of harm's way before helping his best friend. A brawl was now in front of everyone, but nobody tried to interfere.
Sakura was being dragged into an empty room. Some students were just watching her being abused, and unfortunate as it may seem, it appeared like they were having fun. It was like Sakura and her attempt to freedom was amusing.
"Let me go!" Sakura didn't stop shouting her way out, since fighting against him was out of the question. Her shoulder felt strained from so much force, also from much attempt to be free of his iron hand.
The guy finally decided on an empty room and went inside. "I said let me–!" but cut off with a kiss. Her eyes widened in surprise and she pushed his face away from her. Feeling the futile attempt of resistance, he flung his arms around her to keep her from moving away.
Tears trickled from her eyes. It was just too much.
She pressed her lips together with all her strength since the perverted man was trying to get pass her mouth and into her tongue. It seemed like that instant she cried a river's worth of water.
The door suddenly opened behind him, and at the instant it slid open, she felt the grip around her loosen. The devil now fell to the floor. Tears continued to flow from Sakura's eyes, but her heart felt better since he was there – Syaoran.
"Sorry I'm late," his face was bleeding yet he paid it no attention. He got her hand, and slowly and gently, dragged her away. There were many blood stains on his uniform, his lips were bleeding, bruises on his cheeks and blood oozed from his head. "Come on, I've got to–"
The next thing Sakura knew, Syaoran was on the floor, the perverted devil back on his devilish feet, beside her. "Syaoran!" as she rushed to his side.
Syaoran was still on the floor, every muscle hurting, and his whole face felt sore. Keeping consciousness was what all he could do at the moment. "Stop it!" he heard Sakura shout. Everything was a blur when Syaoran opened his eyes. When his vision cleared up to the extent that he was able to distinguish the figures in front of him, he saw Sakura on the floor, crying, and her hand on her swollen left cheek.
Fury ran over his whole body as he made up what had happened. When he fell to the floor Sakura tried protecting him and got hurt in the process. He lunged at him making him hit the wooden chairs not far from them.
When he was back on his feet, sluggishly, since it took everything in him to keep conscious, he walked towards Sakura. Everything seemed irrelevant at the moment; all that he wanted was to make sure Sakura was alright.
Sakura helped him as he was about to fall on the floor. "Please don't cry," Syaoran pleaded, but she couldn't breathe properly from crying too much.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," in between them where sobs.
Syaoran's warm hand caressed her cheek, taking her tears away. "Please don't cry, Sakura-sama."
And then, with a loud thud, he fell unconscious to the floor.
Gah! My longest chapter, ever. Hope you didn't die from boredom, again. HAHAHA! The following chapters are still with my beta. Hope you'll wait for it~ I WILL FINISH THIS STORY. *sweat drop*
