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Enough chit-chat. :P Here's the ninth chapter. Enjoy!

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Chapter Nine: The Introduction

This whole 'I love Syaoran' thing is driving me berserk. And the fact that I realized I loved him ever since and I just didn't know it makes me think I'm the most ignorant ignoramus in the entire universe. I should tell him my feelings soon. Real soon. Or else I'll eventually die from all the pressure I'm experiencing right now. I have to give him an answer.

Problem is, has he already given up on me? Oh, I fucking hope not! If he did, I'll make him fall for me whatever the consequences may be. I'll make sure of that.

I glanced at the folded letter that I got in the mail a while ago. It says it came from Kohana. This is the second letter I got from her. The first was when I signed up to become her sponsor. I wonder why she wrote to me all of a sudden. I carefully took the letter and opened it. I was planning on reading it later but, what the heck.

My vision adjusted to the text inside.

Dear Sakura-neechan,

Thank you for taking the time into meeting me personally. I really appreciate it! I also thank you for not hurting Kira. He can be real obnoxious to people I only met once so, please forgive him. He just has this vow of protecting me up until we grow up. You know what, neechan, I like him. You know, as in like like him. Don't tell anyone, okay? I hope he doesn't change when we grow older, though! I like him the way he is.

And um, I wish you all the luck with your boyfriend, neechan. He reminds me a lot of Kira. I do hope we end up like you two in the future.

Much love,

Kohana

My eyes grew wide as I closed the letter shut. What, even Kohana thinks Syaoran and I are an item? I began to blush furiously as I stared down. Now, I feel even more compelled to tell him how I feel. But, where to begin? Most importantly, how? I have to tell him direct to the point like, 'listen up, Syaoran! I love you!'. Although, that doesn't sound so sincere.

How about I make it sound poetic like, 'my darling angel, you're like the stars shimmering with much refulgence in the black tapestry-like yonder!'? Ugh, that sounded like something out of a cheesy romance novel.

Maybe I'll just be myself. Yep, that's right. I'll tell him I love him by being myself. I smiled crookedly. That'll do more damage than anything else.

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I descended downstairs and into the kitchen to get some lunch. I remember Meilin's out on a date with Seichi today. Sigh, I would've viewed this as the perfect opportunity to tell Syaoran how I feel except for the fact that I can't find the courage to do so. I'm such a weakling.

I opened the fridge when someone placed a hand on my shoulder. I nearly lurched forward in utter surprise.

"Whoa, you all right? You don't have any plans of cooling yourself inside the fridge, yes?" Syaoran joked. On second thought, I think I'll be cooling myself inside with all this heat rising on my cheeks.

Okay, get a grip, Saks. You can do this. Just three freaking words.

"Syaoran, I…" I stammered. Come on! You can do this!

He grinned. "Yeah?"

Take a deep calming breath, Kinomoto. Find your voice. Arrange your thoughts. Zip up your bladder before you pee in sheer anxiety here.

"I… I… l-love…"

Oh damn it, why can't I say it?

I looked up to meet his face and I nearly melted. A few days ago, I would only scoff.

Syaoran smirked. My panties nearly plummeted down the floor. Good thing I seized them before they do. "I know what you're gonna say,"

Say what? Are my facial expressions that obvious?

My heart quickened its pace and I felt my lungs tighten. God, I can't breathe. Someone call 911 or something.

"If you love bacon so much, you don't have to block the fridge so I can't get any. Really, Saks. I know you're hungry but, this is being selfish." He teased, shoving me away.

My face turned grim.

WHAT?

I watched him as he stuffed a single strip of bacon inside his mouth, the remaining of it dangling from his lips. "You want some? I can share, you know. Although, if you bite this other half, it's inevitable for me to kiss you." Syaoran mumbled.

I rolled my eyes. I know very well that a blush is still tainting my cheeks. Holy underpants of Syaoran, I'm so tempted to bite off that bacon and just… URGH!

"Never mind. I think I lost my appetite,"

He smirked as he chewed up the bacon. "Really? I can hear your stomach growling from a mile away. Are you sure you don't want me to share?"

I shot him an I'm-gonna-kill-you look. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'll just eat bread and some jam,"

"Suit yourself. Oh hey, the basketball dudes are gonna come over later. We're gonna watch some movies, wanna join?"

I glared at him. "No,"

A sly grin imprinted itself on his lips. "It's gonna be a horror flick,"

I grabbed a breadknife from the cupboard and started spreading pistachio jam on my loaf of my bread. "What's the title?"

"Silent Whispers, I think."

I dropped the breadknife in shock. For the love of chicken breasts, that's the movie Meilin picked out. Oh, no way am I going to watch that demented movie again. Nya-uh. No fucking way!

"Oi, what's the matter?" He asked as he approached me.

I smiled. "Nothing… I think I have Calculus homework I need to do later. You guys just enjoy yourselves,"

He leaned over and I felt his warm breath tickling my skin. "Why? Is it too scary for you?"

I can feel my knees growing weak. "O-Of course not. Already watched it and it was lame,"

My eyes closed shut when I felt him kiss my neck tenderly. "Is that so? Well, if it's so lame then why are your knees shaking?"

It's because you're doing this to me, darn it! Why does he have to keep on doing this, anyway? It makes it even harder for me to confess! I mean, a proper statement of my feelings is at hand here before I start kissing him or do stuff with him, okay?

He looped his arms around my waist suddenly, pulling me closer to him. And I can feel his feverish kisses continue on my neck. Damn it, Sakura, MOVE AWAY! Fuck this shit, my body seemed glued to the spot. Move Saks, before you lose your virginity in their kitchen! Not that I mind, really.

What the fuck?

"I'm waiting for an answer, Sakura."

I love you, that's why!

Instead of telling him that, I shove away from his grasp and planted a mighty punch right onto his face.

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Finally, I plastered the last band-aid on my neck. I think I placed a total of three just to hide this huge hickey I acquired from him. Syaoran has a band-aid too. It's situated right on the bridge of his nose. That should make him think twice from flirting with me before I give him a concrete answer.

Okay, on to more pressing matters like my Calculus homework. Damn all this parabola, hyperbola, graph shit. I mean, come on! This is not even applicable in the real—okay, um, I'm sorry for saying that, Math gods. They're really fun. Really!

I groaned as I got my mechanical pencil. So, if I substitute x here, I get y and if cancel this stuff, I get…

Suddenly, the sound of blaring rock music filled the whole house. I let a few cuss words escape my lips. Just great, Syaoran and his basketball idiots having tons of fun. Calculus is hard enough without their infernal racket, thank you.

I marched out of my room and down the stairs. There are some people that need to get shouted at before anything gets through their heads.

"KEEP IT DOWN!" I yelled.

The music stopped and all eyes looked at me.

"Well, well, captain's girlfriend came to play." Naoto, one of Syaoran's teammates, taunted.

The team laughed and I saw Syaoran scoff from afar. He glanced at me and just gave me a deadpan glare. The band-aid on his nose looked pretty cute, though.

"Oi, what's that, Sakura? Syaoran gave you a huge hickey, huh?" Eriol, the student council's irresponsible president and another basketball player, sneered as he pointed at my neck. It didn't help either that I'm wearing a short spaghetti strapped top and small shorts that clearly exposed the obvious hickey.

"I think she got it when they did it last night. I mean captain has one, too." I heard someone murmur.

I can feel my blood boiling in fury. "Listen up all you morons, if I hear another wisecrack from any of you, I won't hesitate turning all of your faces into tartar sauce! Got it?"

They just jeered and Eriol merely smirked. "No wonder you're Syaoran's girlfriend. He's the only guy who can handle you,"

"What did you mean by that, Hiiragizawa?!" I bellowed and I was downright ready to beat him into a bloody pulp when Syaoran spoke up.

"It means that you're mine and mine alone,"

I turned my head to the side, blushing deep red. I gritted my teeth. Damn it, stay composed.

The team, seeing my clear and undeniable embarrassed state, just teased me to Syaoran endlessly—much to my utter dismay.

"Anyway, since you're already here, Miss Kinomoto, wanna join our little drinking session?" Eriol inquired, bowing before me mockingly. I just glared at him unwaveringly.

"I'm not gonna drink and lose myself with a bunch of morons,"

Eriol's eyes sparkled. "Please?"

"Please?" Everyone else imitated.

I looked at them disgustingly before I happen to see Syaoran smirking, as if challenging me. Ugh, whatever, band-aid boy.

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"KAMPAI!" I shouted for the millionth time.

"You're such a fun drunk, Sakura!" I heard someone call out.

I laughed. "Of course, I am!"

Whoopee! I've never felt so much fun in my entire life. God, the wonders of alchohol! Ooooohh, look at all the pretty colors! Wheeeee!

"That's enough, Sakura." I heard Syaoran reprimand.

Whatever, sour-puss! You're such a kill joy!

"No, I'm not going to stop!" I yelled as I gulped down my seventh bottle of beer.

"You're going to bed now,"

"Why, are you my mother, huh?!"

I felt him carrying me bridal style up to my room. I began to thrash about. "No, I'm not going to stop! You can't make me!"

"Dang it, Sakura. Stop it. If you continue this, I'll drop you!"

I stuck out my tongue. "You can't!"

I saw him smirk. "Oh yeah? Watch me!"

In my complete fright, I clung onto him tightly. "No, you're not gonna drop me!"

"And why not?"

"Because you love me and I love you, you bastard!" I shouted as I grabbed his head and pulled him into a hard kiss.

I don't care whatever I'm doing now. I couldn't care less since I love this brown-haired boy and nothing's going to change that. I love him because he's my bastard.

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