warning: mild language
Chapter 11: Snowy Rendezvous
Saturday morning…The streaming light gushing from Sakura's window strayed onto her body and woke her up slowly. Oh, I should have closed the blinds…Sakura dragged herself out of bed and turned to her clock. It read 10:40.
I better get up. I need to get ready. Sakura smiled dreamily and gazed out the window. The sun is shining but it looks rather cold outside. Sakura opened her window slightly and shivered as the cold air sneaked through the crack and chilled her skin. So much for early spring. Let's just hope it doesn't snow!
Sakura ran into the washroom and took a quick shower. She primped her hair and applied some light make-up, just mascara and lip-gloss. She dashed back into her room and dug through her closet. She found an outfit Tomoyo made and threw it onto her bed to examine it.
It was a long sleeved shirt and a skirt ensemble with a cloak-shawl. It was a hazelnut brown colour, very much like the colour of her hair. The skirt was long and the sleeves of the shirt flared out. Tomoyo had made it for her for casual winter wear and because it was so cold outside, Sakura decided to put it on.
As she slipped the outfit on, she relished as she felt the soft fabric against her skin. The material Tomoyo used was always so soft and Sakura always looked forwards to wearing her creations, knowing that she is looking exceptionally stylish but she's being comfy at the same time.
After she finished dressing, she ran downstairs and went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. She realised her brother had left for work and spotted her father at the kitchen table, marking some sheets.
"Ohayoo gosaimazu." Sakura greeted respectably. Her father still hadn't said much since Thursday night's events.
"Ohayoo Sakura. Where are you off to?" Fujitaka replied vacantly, not looking up from the papers he was working on.
"I'm going to meet Syaoran in the park. Don't tell Touya though. He might have a fit." Sakura smiled and grabbed some left over noodles from the fridge and stuck them into the microwave to heat.
"I won't." He replied and continued working on his papers. Sakura stared at him with a sad expression and pulled her noodles from the microwave. She gobbled them down quickly and washed the container in the sink. She came up to her sitting father and gave him a hug.
"I love you dad." Sakura lingered in the hug for a moment and then released her father. A little smile crept onto his lips. Sakura left the kitchen and grabbed her purse but stopped at the door. She slowly opened her purse and shoved her hand inside.
"Kero!" She screamed at the little yellow animal she pulled out of her purse. He hung from her fingers, looking guilty.
"Sorry but with that magician…" He trailed off. Sakura glared at him angrily and let the creature go.
"Not today Kero. You can stay here." Sakura zipped up her purse and left in a hurry, leaving Kero behind. He floated upstairs, feeling rejected.
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Syaoran stood amongst the cherry blossoms as he waited for Sakura in Penguin Park. He arrived ten minutes early just in case she came early which he highly doubted. He knew what she was like when it came to mornings. He was walking towards one of the trees when he felt two nimble arms wrap around him in an embrace.
"Syaoran! How are you?" Sakura's voice rang. Syaoran's face stiffened and started turning pink.
"I-I'm, uh, good." Syaoran stuttered back. Sakura released him and skipped around to his face.
"It sure is cold! Let's walk." Sakura grinned a million-watt smile. It was enough to make Syaoran's knees weaken and his heart beat madly. The started walking down the worn path and Syaoran couldn't help but glance over at Sakura, her complexion glowing softly in the sun. She's become so beautiful.
"Thank you Syaoran," Sakura blushed deeply. Syaoran smacked himself in the head mentally and cursed himself for forgetting about their crazy telepathy. Sakura giggled at Syaoran's antics and continued walking. It's funny how he puts up his barriers to the rest of the world and they seem to melt when I'm around. Tomoyo was the first to tell me that but I can't deny that it's true! Sakura thought to herself. Syaoran grunted. Sakura turned and gazed at Syaoran who had a little smile on his lips. That amethyst-eyed woman knows everything…Syaoran mused.
"This is so weird. You hearing my thought while I hear yours without even realising it!" Sakura exclaimed.
"It will come into use someday. But I'm sure we'll know a lot more about each other before it comes into any use." Syaoran chuckled quietly, deep in his throat. Sakura couldn't help but feel those troublesome butterflies fly around in her stomach.
They continued walking down the path, littered with strewn leaves and little broken branches from the wind last weekend. Syaoran noticed how much colder and colder it seemed to get and glanced over at Sakura who was trying to warm her hands with no such luck.
"Here." Syaoran turned and enveloped her hands with his. He rubbed them gently for a moment and blew warm air onto them. Sakura just stared there looking stunned. She snapped herself out of it and noticed how warm his big hands were. He looked up from her hands and stared into her emerald orbs.
"Do you want to sit down?" He motioned to a bench with his head. Sakura nodded and they walked over to the bench. They sat down and Sakura inched towards Syaoran until she was touching shoulders with him. She shivered and Syaoran got the hint and wrapped his arm around her. She snuggled into his side.
"Tell me about your life in Hong Kong." Sakura said. Syaoran stiffened for a moment.
"Well, I'm being trained to be the next leader of the Clan which is something I've been dreading my whole life. I'm being taught non-stop about everything a leader is meant to know. Some of the stuff is actually useful while the other stuff is just exaggerated bull-shit." Syaoran and Sakura shared a small laugh; "It's boring really. I'm glad I got the chance to come back to Japan. If I had the choice, I would want to stay here permanently."
"Is Hong Kong really that bad?"
"The lights are unbearable. I fall asleep to them and I wake up to them. My power is drawn from the moon and those stupid lights just dilute its rays. I feel so empty sometimes there. The school I go to there is horrible. Everyone there thinks they are better than everyone else is because they come from a rich family and have a promised future. Though my mother still urges me each day with my studies and my lessons, she knows where my heart truly lies."
"What?" Sakura asked, sounding a little dazed.
"You'll find out in time." Syaoran smiled down at Sakura. She smiled back and snuggled into Syaoran's chest. He's so warm…
"Tell me about your family Syaoran."
"Well, there isn't really that much to say. My mother is good and my sisters are still in love with anything cute." Syaoran chuckled.
"What about your father?" Sakura asked warily. She never heard him say anything about his father.
"He died many years ago when I was six years ago. I was too young to understand fully but I later I realised he was murdered." Syaoran mumbled woefully. Sakura gasped and stared up at Syaoran.
"I'm so sorry." She muttered. Syaoran picked up his other hand and brushed her soft hair away from her eyes.
"It's alright. It was a long time ago." He replied. Sakura stared into his eyes and smiled.
"You know, your smile is beautiful." Syaoran remarked. Sakura blushed a deep crimson.
"T-thank you." She stammered. Syaoran could only smile. Suddenly, a snowflake fell onto Syaoran's nose.
"Snow?" Sakura queried, lifting her head and swiping the snowflake from his nose. They both gazed up and saw the snowflakes descending to the ground.
"So much for an early spring." Syaoran stated dryly.
"That's what I said this morning." Sakura replied.
The snow began to fall thicker and Syaoran decided they should probably head somewhere before they get buried. They started walking back from where they came, towards Penguin Park. Before they knew it, the snow began to plummet downwards, coming down in huge clumps. Syaoran and Sakura exchanged worried glances and made a mad dash towards the penguin slide. The dived beneath the penguin where the tunnel was and used it as shelter.
"It's definitely that magician, this time using snow as a weapon." Syaoran growled. If it was one thing he hated more, it was the cold.
"Uh oh. Were going to be trapped in here." Sakura stated, observing all the snow burying them in. Without a second thought, she pulled out her key and released it. She pulled out the Erase Card and ordered it to erase the snow around the hole so that they could escape. Sakura climbed out first and released the Shield to help protect her from the snow while she helped pull Syaoran out. Since he was significantly bigger, he had a little more trouble squeezing out of the hole than she did. Finally he popped out of the hole and landed on top of Sakura. He rolled off her, feeling very flustered and jumped upright. Sakura felt likewise but jumped up beside him to face this storm.
Sakura felt a bubble of anger grow inside of her. That magician was really pushing his luck with her. Not only did he hurt her back but also he had ruined a perfectly good moment with Syaoran. With a burning vengeance, she pulled out the Firey.
"I command you, Firey! Find the source of this wretched storm and weaken it with everything you have! Release!" Sakura struck the Card and a pyre of a spirit erupted from the Card and flew straight up into the sky, melting most of the snow as it went. The Firey spiralled in the sky, melting the clouds and causing it to rain down on the ground. The drops of rain steamed as they hit the concrete, sizzling like an egg in a frying pan. The Firey disappeared for a moment and then returned to a Card. A massive ball of glowing blue snow began to drop from the sky.
"Get ready!" Syaoran shouted. He jumped out of the Shield and hopped on top the King Penguin in two bounds. He waited for the opportune moment as the gigantic snowball fell to the ground. He muttered an incarnation and his jian sword covered itself with fire. (I know it's from Tsubasa! Don't eat me!) He flipped off the slide and sliced the ball of supernatural snow in half with distinct precision. Sakura aimed her wand and waited for Syaoran to get out of the way. Then she called out her chant and watched the light eat at the ball of snow.
Syaoran landed neatly a few meters away and ran over to Sakura. She didn't look like she was having any trouble disintegrating this ball of magic. It seemed to Syaoran that there was some hidden force inside her, driving her and giving her the vigour to finish off this irritating magician's creation.
Sakura finished off the sphere of sorcery and stepped back, her step faltering. Syaoran caught her gently and helped her up.
"Ohohohohoho! Some more super kawaii footage!" Tomoyo came out behind a bush and brushed the snow of herself, "Oh, the fun I will have watching this again! Ohohohoho!" Tomoyo skipped off down the passage, leaving Syaoran and Sakura to just stare and sweat-drop.
"Um, remind me why you still hang around her?" Syaoran said sarcastically. Sakura giggled.
"I had a hunch that Tomoyo had gone insane way back in grade 4. Now I have proof." Sakura replied. Syaoran chuckled.
"It's like, she can't miss a single opportunity to film you." Syaoran remarked.
"More like us. She was ranting all yesterday about finding some way to film us this weekend. How she knew where to find us, I suppose we'll never know." Sakura shrugged tiresomely and smiled up at Syaoran.
"What do you want to do now?" She asked, a twinkle in her eye.
"I don't know. Whatever you want." Syaoran replied.
"Then let's walk. It's become much warmer outside don't you think?"
"Yeah. You lead the way." Syaoran smiled. Sakura grinned and took his hand.
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Woot! Finally I get this chapter out! I have been so busy this week you have noooo clue. But the important thing is that the chapter is up! Special thanks to lil wolf lover, mEiyOnG, blueangelbaby, tamoumatheStarWarrior, Bundy Angel and Boheme (thanks for the reply! I enjoyed reading it).
There was a LOT of S + S fluff in this chapter. It was a lot of fun to write!
Vive Syaoran and Sakura
Love and Fluff, Bronte