I will be inserting the added chapter (If you guys still remember. Ha-ha-ha!) entitled 'Reasons' as flashbacks/dreams/what not because it seems better than writing it as an added chapter. The story won't be messed up, just the sequence of chapters. So it really wouldn't be a problem, I just wanted to clear everything up. :D

Chapter Ten

"True Feelings Show"

Her head was still filled up with guilt and sorrow. As she was sluggishly heading for her classroom, she wiped her tears with the back of her hands. Helpless as she was, she could only cry her heart out for causing Syaoran's pain. I really can't involve him any further. I've already done enough. As long as he recovers, I will be happy and content.

Tears kept streaming down her eyes. She was not able to suppress her pain. She stood outside their classroom after minutes of walking. Because of crying, she knew her eyes were red and puffy, and she did not want to be the center of attention. So instead she went towards the ladies' comfort room and fixed herself up.

Good thing the students were still in class, nobody saw her state.

How miserable. I wonder what Tomoyo-chan will say if she saw me like this. I better not make her worry. She washed her face, and wiped it dry with her handkerchief.

So what does he get in helping this, this, wretch! Broken ribs! Bruise all over his body!

Naomi's words echoed in her head.

Kinomoto-san I am really disappointed in you.

She and my Syaoran had a relationship. They had a relationship.

Broken ribs! Bruise all over his body!

They had a relationship.

The sound of the door shook her out of her trance.

"Sakura-chan," a familiar voice behind her spoke.

Surprised, she removed the handkerchief covering her wet face. It was Tomoyo and she didn't look all happy to see her in that state.

"Tomoyo-chan," her voice broke off making it sound like a whimper.

Before she knew it, she was already sniveling in Tomoyo's shoulder. "It's okay, Sakura-chan," she stroked her hair. "What happened back there?"

"Nothing."

A sigh come out Tomoyo's lips. "You really are a lousy liar. You can tell me when you're ready. It's okay, I can wait."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Everything will be alright. You were hurt. Shh… everything will be fine."

They stayed like that for a while.

When Sakura calmed herself down, they went back to the room.

"Everything clear now, Kinomoto-san?" their Chemistry teacher, Ukitate Makoto, asked.

Sakura forced a smile, "Yes, sir."

She and Tomoyo took their seats at the back.

"Well then, Kinomoto, ask for the things you've missed."

"I will, sir."

He noticed the puffiness of Sakura's eyes as their eyes met and wondered why she cried so much. But decided it's better to not pry.

"Then let's continue. Shiraki-san, as I said earlier, what's the composition of alcohol?"

Sakura stared through the window she usually stares at. There was a PE class outside. The girls were baton-tossing, her favorite sport, while the boys were running around the oval.

Although he had seen, through observations, that Sakura had a rough time at the principal's office, he would not exempt her from learning.

Seeing that their teacher noticed Sakura blanking out, Tomoyo tugged Sakura slightly. "Kino–" and just in time, Sakura looked at Ukitate and flashed a weak smile. "Carbon, Hydrogen…" Ukitate went on with his lecture.

I wonder what they'll make me do. I think I'd be kicked out of here. Will any other school accept me? I don't know. I think nobody'd accept me.

What will father say? What will he think of his daughter? I don't want to burden him; he's very busy at the moment. He can't leave the site they're working on. I hope they'd inform me first, then I'll tell father when the timing is right. Yeah. It's all about the timing.

"That composes Ethyl alcohol. It's very long, I know."

I can't possibly tell him: "Oh, hi, dad. I got kicked out because of something." Something. Hmm… what could that something be? How could I explain to him what happened? Will he hate me?

No. He won't. He'll just smile and dig through everything. He'll investigate himself and plead the principal, if possible, and blame me for nothing. I hate that about him.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I'm human. I know I make mistakes. He can tell me that I did commit a mistake. But he never does. And it hurts me, so much, to see my father pleading for my weakness.

"Sakura-chan," something cold fell on her right hand. "What's wrong?" Tomoyo looked worried. Sakura's vision was blurry. Her eyes were filled with tears.

Sakura kept silent as soon as school was over. Tomoyo too kept quiet. With no energy at all, Sakura waved goodbye to Tomoyo.

When they got separated and Sakura was about to reach the school gate, she bumped into Seiki. "Missed me?" His voice was annoying to Sakura.

Just when he was about to kiss her, Sakura took out her strength and slapped him. "Don't you dare," her voice was dead serious.

The few people who heard the loud thump on skin directed their attention to the sound. "Heh," Seiki raised his head facing Sakura with a wide smirk. "Feisty. You look so sexy," he was about to lick her cheeks, but Sakura raised her hand to slap him again. Seiki caught her hand, but instead of licking her, he whispered something to her ear. "Syaoran's still in the hospital, remember who took him there."

Sakura's eyes widened in shock. "See you tomorrow," as Seiki tapped her shoulder and went opposite her direction. Although scared, Sakura went on.

Tears felt useless. She was vulnerable, fragile, and useless as her tears were.

Lifelessly she walked. She arrived at Penguin Park and decided to rest. She sat on the swings, searching for peace.

oOoOoOoOoOo

"Hey it's getting late. Your father will be angry with me if I take you home late."

Sakura stood up from the swings as she was told. "Fine," as she walked she looked at Syaoran and made a face. "Ah–!" She tripped on a rock but somebody got hold of her before she fell.

She felt Syaoran's warm and firm hands on her waist. "Be careful, baka." Syaoran straightened her up, but kept his hands on her waist.

"Don't call me 'baka', baka." She couldn't help but flush from embarrassment.

Before she could even react, Syaoran's lips were pressed against hers. She didn't fight back, instead she kept firm.

Syaoran beamed at her, blushing. Sakura smiled back, blushing more than he was.

oOoOoOoOoOo

BAM

Her stuff fell on the ground, scattering her belongings.

She knelt down to pick it all up. Lazily, she grabbed what her hands could reach. A letter she got this morning was too far away from her reach. She stared at it, hoping it would come to her.

A hand grabbed it, so she looked up. "Too lazy to stand up?"

It was Eriol.

"Oh, Eriol-kun," was all that she could say. Sakura kept steady in her position, staring at Eriol with empty eyes. Eriol handed her the letter.

"Are you alright?" Eriol knelt down making them look face-to-face.

His azure eyes were sincere, from Sakura's perspective, but she had to lie. She had better start learning. "Yes," she forced a wide smile that looked like she was scaring little children, "why?"

Eriol sighed in disbelief. Sakura needed more practice. She was pathetic at lying. "I just thought you'd be, you know," he searched for light and proper words, "you know, after all that?"

"Distraught? Hurt? Depressed?" Sakura's voice trailed off.

A weak smile escaped his lips. "Yeah, something like that."

"Unfortunately, I'm not." She lied.

Eriol simply smiled at her and stood up. "Come on," he offered his hand.

Clueless, Sakura asked. "Where?"

"Somewhere you ought to be."

More clueless than before, "and where is that?"

"Come on, just stand up. Syaoran's waiting for you."

Silence.

No. I shouldn't. What good would it do?

Then came pain.

"I don't care," she stood up, "I need to go home. Goodbye, Eriol-kun." Eriol grabbed her by the wrist. "I do not care. Let me go," she demanded.

Eriol couldn't help but chuckled.

"What's funny?"

"At first I didn't believe," his chuckles turned to laughter.

"What's so funny? Not believe what?"

"You really are the lousiest liar alive."

It took a few seconds before Sakura made out his answer. When she got her focus back a hand was dragging her forward, her mind refused yet her feet were following its lead.

They arrived at the hospital. It was a hospital Sakura wasn't familiar with, but it seemed not so far from Penguin Park. Although she didn't notice how far Eriol's car went, it seemed so. "His room is 512. Go on ahead, I'll get us something to eat, you look hungry."

Sakura hadn't noticed her hunger until Eriol mentioned it. When her mind got the message, she noticed she was famished. "Just take the elevator over there," pointing just ahead of her, "go to the 5th floor and turn left. You'll see it."

Stupid-looking, Sakura stayed motionless. "It's room 512," Eriol said behind her as he gave her a gentle push forward.

When Sakura looked back, Eriol was walking opposite her direction. "E–" but before she could shout out his name, his shadow disappeared from the crowd.

Nervous as she was, she didn't follow Eriol's instructions; instead she went out to look for Eriol's car and driver to ask for a quick lift to the nearest bus stop. However, when she got out, the car was no longer there.

She went back inside and looked for a blue-haired boy in the crowd, but found none. Rambling about the hospital would be stupid, so she studied the hospital's interior through the map besides the elevator.

Searching for the cafeteria, Sakura didn't notice three wheelchairs filled with old patients coming her way. "Excuse me, miss," an unfamiliar voice said. She looked towards its direction. It was a nurse pushing a wheelchair, two more behind it.

"Excuse me," she repeated.

The old man on the wheelchair looked angry at her. "Move, girl!"

Surprised, Sakura rushed inside the elevator. The others followed her, and the elevator was almost full.

It was too crowded for Sakura, so she wanted to get out of the elevator as soon as it stops on a floor. It stopped on the 3rd floor, but the crowd didn't allow her to move out. On the 5th floor enough people went out which allowed her to do the same.

Sakura breathed easily upon exiting the elevator.

"What floor?" she whispered to herself. 5th, the sign said.

512.

Syaoran stays in the room 512.

Sakura's gut told her to come to the room, but she ignored it. She was moving back and forth making the nurse behind the counter call out to her. "Miss? Miss?" Sakura was unaware that it was she the nurse was calling out to.

"Miss!" a hand touched her shoulder, "are you lost?" Her voice was sweet and concerned.

"Oh, no, sorry." Embarrassed, she faced the elevator and pressed the down button. She smiled politely at the nurse as she went back to her station.

Ding!

The elevator door opened. "Sakura-chan?"

Sakura looked up and saw Tomoyo walking towards her.

"Tomoyo-chan!" She couldn't suppress the surprise in her voice. Tomoyo approached her. "Tomoyo-chan, what are you doing here?"

"Eriol asked me to keep him company, also I wanted to check up on Syaoran. You?"

"Oh… I was just–"

Ding!

The other elevator door opened.

"Eriol-kun!" Tomoyo called out.

"Oh, Tomoyo-chan," he smiled at her while he approached them. "Sakura-chan? You got lost?"

Sakura couldn't look for an excuse so she just grinned back at him.

"Come on, Syaoran's probably waiting." Eriol led the way. Sakura couldn't help but follow.

They arrived at room 512.

Eriol went in first. Tomoyo followed and had to slightly drag Sakura inside.

Thank God.

Syaoran was peacefully sleeping on his bed.

The room was cool. It was clean and tidy. A bed, where Syaoran lay sleeping, two sofas, a refrigerator, and a television were all in the wide, expensive-looking room.

Syaoran was wearing a pale blue hospital gown. His body was full of bandages. His torso was wrapped with bandages holding his broken ribs together.

Eriol placed what he bought on the table not far. Tomoyo pressed Sakura's hand slightly, then helped Eriol.

Speechless, Sakura stayed dumbfounded staring at Syaoran.

"Uh, I forgot chopsticks and spoons," Eriol said loud enough for Sakura to hear.

"Oh, let's get some at the cafeteria then," Tomoyo suggested.

"Okay. Sorry, Sakura-chan but your stomach has to wait a bit longer," Eriol's voice was apologetic. "We'll be right back." He and Tomoyo left the room.

As soon as Sakura heard the door shut behind her, she slowly approached Syaoran's bed. Tears began to fill her eyes.

Hands shaking, Sakura caressed Syaoran's arm as gently as possible. He twitched a little, but his deep breathing continued.

"I'm sorry," Sakura whispered, wishing he'd hear. "I'm so sorry," her hand traced Syaoran's bruised cheek, staring at his face a few feet away from hers.

"I'm so sorry." She wiped her face, but a tear escaped her shaking hands.

Uncontrollable sobbing came from Sakura.

Syaoran's eyes slowly opened. Sakura's crying face was the first thing he saw. "Sakura-chan? Sakura, what's wrong?" With his free hand, he wiped her tears away.

"I'm so sorry," she couldn't control herself from crying out. Her voice broke off, "I'm so–"

"It's nothing. Please don't cry." Syaoran's voice was gentle and caring. "Please," Sakura held his hand.

"Sorry."

Syaoran straightened up and hugged her. "Don't be. It's alright; it's not your fault." He stroked her hair tenderly, tightening his embrace with every sob.

Lightly, he let her go and pressed his lips against hers.

"I'm sorry," Syaoran apologized as soon as their lips were apart.

Sakura let out a smile. "No, you don't have to apologize for anything. It's my fault. Everything's my fault."

"It wasn–" but Sakura covered his lips.

"No time to argue, just rest. You need it," following it with a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about me, just rest."

Despite being worried, Syaoran did what he was told to do. He lay back and Sakura covered him with the thin white blanket.

Syaoran tried sleeping, but his mind was filled with thoughts of Sakura.

After a few minutes of silence, Sakura's stomach growled. Syaoran couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Sorry," as Sakura flushed deep red.

"I think there's still a slice of chocolate cake in the fridge, go and help yourself."

"But it's yours, right?"

"Just take it. I'll ask Eriol to buy me another one later," still couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"No. It's yours." She enforced.

"Fine. I'll take it out for you, then." Syaoran straightened up and was about to stand up.

Sakura stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"Chocolate cake," he said flatly as he pushed himself up. Sakura strengthened her hold. "What?"

"I'll do it for you."

Sakura stood up and took out the chocolate cake along with a fork.

"Here," Sakura handed it to him. Immediately, her stomach growled again, softer this time.

Both of them started laughing.

"You should really eat it. I'm not hungry." Sakura shook her head to disagree. "Really," he emphasized.

Starving as she was, she quickly took a bite.

"So, is it good?" Syaoran inquired his eyes wide with curiosity.

"Here," scooping him a small part of the cake.

Syaoran stared at her, surprised.

I thought she hated me.

Sakura stared awkwardly back.

Why is he looking at me like that? With a natural smile on his face?

"Ah, sorry. I'll get another fork."

But Syaoran held her hand, and guided it. He took the part she offered him.

After he finished chewing, "We just kissed, what's the difference?"

Unedited again. KYA.