Author's Note:

I'd probably get murdered if I keep making Syaoran so friggin wimpy in this chapter. For the past few days, Li boy here has been crazed lately. WHERE'S CONFIDENT SEXY SYAORAN?! I definitely want him to let it out this chapter. SO. Kill me if I don't. Springbreak. Give me strength! Excuse me for the unprofessionalism that is happening to my story schedule. As well as the story itself. Still learning here :D Anyways….

I now introduce, "Sweet Kisses: Chapter 9: Strawberries and Whipped Cream"

Sakura yawned as she watched the latest episode of Regular Show. Saturday, the word tingled as she uttered it softly from her mouth. She wasn't schedule for work today for two reasons; she had a bad fever of 101.3 and Tomoyo didn't open shop today because she left for a flight to Hong Kong with Eriol to meet the rest of the Hiiragizawa family. It must have been really crazy being engaged to such a well-known family.

She imagined Tomoyo running back and forth changing outfit to outfit just because she had to meet the family and then the company officials for Hiiragizawa Corporation. Then Tomoyo tripping on her high heels. Sakura could only fall to the floor and laugh like a lunatic.

"Wow. I never knew my girlfriend was so intriguing.." Syaoran laughed from the door.

"Oh how did you open the door without ringing the doorbell?"

"Tomoyo told me to come over. She left an extra key under the mat."

Sakura dropped down to the couch, covered in a mountain of blankets. Syaoran, making a desperate mood to get near Sakura, awkwardly failed at cuddling with his girl.

"I'm sick you poop. No cuddling. Or Kissing." Sakura said as she petted Syaoran's head.

"What would my princess like to eat then?" Syaoran said in a butler accent.

"Ramen."

"What do you say?" Syaoran's eyes lit up.

"Now." Sakura replied sarcastically

"Oh fineeeeee"

Syaoran eagerly went into the kitchen.

"It's time to show Sakura-chan how good I can cook."

Syaoran had pots, spices, and everything out onto the counter. Sakura's frilly apron was the only thing he could wear, making him look cute and awkward at the same time. Sakura looked through the kitchen and began to smile every time Syaoran would get flour on his nose. Her boyfriend tried so hard for her, yet she hasn't done that for him. Syaoran was already stirring her ramen then took out a pack of fresh strawberries from his grocery bags. Then he took out a bowl and got out the can of whipped cream from the fridge. She got up; blanket wrapped around her and made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh I thought you were asleep?" Syaoran asked.

Sakura hugged him from behind as she looked above his shoulder to see how the meal was going.

"I couldn't. I smelled the ramen. I couldn't sleep." She complained.

She gave Syaoran a quick kiss on the cheek then grabbed a strawberry to dip in the cream. The morsel left sweet cream on the tip of her cupid's bow.

"You know. I don't get how girls don't realize that they have cream on their lips."

Sakura tried to clean off the cream but was stop midway. Right before her finger touched her lip.

"The cream on your lip teases me. So much." Then he took Sakura into a deep kiss only to end it because one of them was out of breath.

"Man. Nothing's better than Sakura." Syaoran smirked.

"Baka." She said then pecked his lips once more before taking her nap on the couch.

After 20 minutes, Syaoran took a tray of ramen and orange juice to Sakura and laid it on the table.

"Sakura-chan. Sakura-chan. Your food's ready," Syaoran said.

He was trying to wake her up, shaking her shoulder. Sakura was breathing deeply. Syaoran took the initiative and felt her forehead.

"Sh*t."

Syaoran immediately went back to the kitchen in search of some medicine. Sakura's fever had risen. To his relief, Syaoran finally found an empty bowl and one of Sakura's face towels. He put the cold towel onto her forehead, her face was slightly red. Syaoran silently cussed to himself.

"F*ckin help her. F*ck." Was all he could think of.

Sakura slowly opened her eyes and raised a hand up to Syaoran's face.

"Syao, you're trying so hard." She smiled. "Don't get yourself sick."

"Just rest Sakura-chan. You're still running a fever."

Sakura still kept uttering,

"I want to try so hard to be the perfect girlfriend for you."

"You already are."

"I'm the one supposed to be taking care of you.." she weakly mumbled.

"Well. It's your day off. Don't complain."

Sakura went back to sleep. Her fever raged on through the whole afternoon, Syaoran planned on going back home, but he couldn't leave his Sakura alone. So he decided to stay the night with her. Syaoran quickly drove back to his condo to pick up a change of clothes and some fever medicine, then found Sakura sleeping on the floor when he came back.

"Oh Sakura," he thought.

He went to go wake her up and make her go to her room. She wouldn't budge. Syaoran then took all her blankets on the couch and moved the nearby coffee table out of the way. In a few minutes, he had a makeshift bed for both of them. Syaoran then carried Sakura onto her side of the bed and went ahead to change out of his dirty clothes.

While Syaoran changed, Sakura's eyes slowly opened. What happened? Why was she on the floor? Who laid out all these blankets? The bathroom door suddenly opened to reveal a messy haired Syaoran in a plain white shirt and plaid pjs. Sakura quickly pretended to sleep. She felt Syaoran's footsteps on the wooden floor while he grabbed the fever medicine from the kitchen. She felt him sliding next to her; his warmth, his scent. It was intoxicating. Sakura began to fall into a deep sleep. Her dreams filled with chocolate eyes.

THE NEXT MORNING

Sakura woke up to the sun blinding her face as it shone through her curtains. Rubbing the crud out of her eyes, she slowly sat up.

"Well I guess someone's feeling better," Syaoran said from the kitchen.

He was cooking a meal of bacon, eggs, and rice.

"My head still hurts," Sakura pouted.

"It's okay. Your fever isn't as bad as it was yesterday though." Syaoran said. "You were totally burning."

"I hope I didn't trouble you too much last night then."

"It's totally fine. At least I got to take care of you."

She slowly stood up and made her way to the bathroom.

"Man. I looked wrecked."

Sakura quickly washed her face and combed her hair. Her wrinkled tank top and wing pajamas were still warm from getting out of bed. She didn't want to change out of them yet. So she stepped out of the bathroom and went immediately to the kitchen and sat down.

Steaming rice, crispy bacon, and eggs greeted the hungry beast inside her.

"Thank God you can cook," Sakura said.

Syaoran could only chuckle. As part of their family and clan, all offspring had to be the ideal husband or wife. They learned how to cook, clean, and fight. They were anyone's dream mate.

"Well. I got lucky. Having 4 sisters helps." Syaoran replied.

CLING CLANG CLING CLANG

Syaoran wasn't able to say anything else due to the fact that his girlfriend was eating like a total beast.

"That's Sakura for you." He mumbled.

"Hoeeeeeei?" she replied.

Syaoran could only smile. Then suddenly he felt his phone ring in his pocket…

It was his father.

"Son! How have you been?" his father said.

"Couldn't have been any better Father."

"Have you found a worthy fiancé yet?"

Syaoran's eyes fixed onto the hungry jade eyed girl. His mouth parted….

"Well son. It seems as though you haven't found a worthy woman yet," his father interrupted.

"But.." Syaoran's eyes were wide open now.

"I've been looking for a worthy girl for you, in case you didn't accomplish your mission there. If your mother and I don't hear anything new in the next 2 years, we're arranging a marriage with you and Akizuki-san."

"I won't fail you Father."

His father hung up.

Akizuki-san, known more as Ruby, was part of the Nakuru family. Eriol, Akizuki, his cousin Meiling, and him were childhood friends, each of them coming from prestigious families, and what do rich families want? Simple, they want more power and honor. Syaoran's mother, as well as Eriol's, sent both of them here to Japan after persuading both their fathers to give them a chance at marrying without an arrangement.

Syaoran's mind went a blur as his mind went back to his departure to Tomoeda…

FLASHBACK

"Honey! Make sure you eat lots of food there at Tomoeda okay!" his mom said.

They were stationed near the airport gate, a few hours before Syaoran had to leave.

"Son. I'm giving you 5 years to find a wife. I'm pretty sure that's enough time, especially with your father's charms." His father said.

"OH OH and your mother's looks!" his mom hollered.

"I won't let you down Bà.. Mà.." he reassured them.

His father then left to check him in the airport counter.

"Syao. I want you to have this," Yelan said. "Give this to the girl that makes your heart beat."

She slid a gold band ring. It had the Li family crest on it, as well as a few diamonds in it.

"It was your grandmother's engagement ring. It's been passed down through our side of the Li clan. Now I pass it down to you."

DING DONG DING

"Calling all passengers to Flight N-34 to Tokyo, Japan. We will commence the boarding of first class."

"I guess that's your cue Syaoran," his mom gave him a tight hug. "Don't do anything stupid. Eriol will be waiting for you there at the airport to take you to your guys' condo."

END OF FLASHBACK

"Syaoran. SYAAAAAAORAN!" Sakura said as she waved a hand over his dull face.

"Oh. Yes?"

"Did you die or something?"

"Oh not at all." His smile returned.

He only had 2 more years left. His cousin had already accomplished his mission, now it was his turn….

"Hey. Drink your medicine." Syaoran said.

"HOEEEEI. I DON'T WANT TO."

Then the pouting began.

MEANWHILE

"ERIOL! MY LEGS HURT!" Tomoyo complained. She was now crawling to their hotel room, yet again for another dress change. This time it was to meet the company's stockholders.

"Oh dear *facepalm*" Eriol said.

Before Tomoyo's arms could fail and cause her to plant her face onto the hotel's carpet, Eriol scooped her up from the ground like a princess.

"What the." Her eyes widened.

"You said you were in dire pain." Eriol smirked. "Let's go back to our room honey."

"PUT ME DOWN!"

She repeatedly punched Eriol's sturdy chest. Like that worked at all.