a/n: OMFG! OMFG! YOU GUYS! We made it to the 300 review point. Now, I really do not know who is reviewer number 300 because, YOU ALL GAVE ME 331 reviews for this fic! Thank you! Arigato! I could cry. But enough of the emotion. On with whatever it was I wanted to say.

Summer is ending for me, so updates won't be as quick as they've been recently, but I will try my best. My goal is to update within two weeks latest. Oh, and to whoever cares, I turned 16 on the 9th, so now, I am officially able to drive. Too bad I suck at driving…

This is dedicated to Sakuralover-how was it? I bet the US is boring compared to Japan! BTW, did you get a pic of a certain person who resembles a certain amber-eyed anime character, hmm? Also dedicated to JessyDarkAngel, my talented translator and reviewer, thank you so much! ddoh chi kim, honestly, I write whatever. I never plan anything. But post up your ideas and I'll read. I'm sure I'll like it! And finally saeko-seriously? Thanks! But I wonder what it's called in French. Oh and kudos to Jessy, she's the one who translated it!

Alright, now I'm sure you're waiting! Here it is!

Capturing the Innocent

Chapter Twelve

My Lovely Sakura, My Handsome Wolf

"Syaoran, can I talk to you?" Mei Lin asked her cousin, who had just come out of his room.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's about Sakura," Mei Lin told him, referring to the girl who was hanging out at the beach with his sisters. Syaoran promised to join after grading some papers.

"What's wrong! Is she okay!" Syaoran's eyes flicked with concern. Mei Lin was thrown back.

Weird…he really cares for her. Then…this really can't be fake…can it?

"Um…well…she is um…waiting for you at the beach, so you should go there right now," Mei Lin smiled.

"Huh? Geez, she is way too impatient!" Syaoran smirked and then walked away.

Mei Lin shook her head uncertainly. Later…later…I shouldn't worry about it.

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"Hey, what do you want?" Syaoran sat down to a girl who was trying to build a sandcastle.

"Oh? Hey, you're here!" Sakura gave him a pail and shovel. "You are gonna help me!"

"Say what?" Syaoran raised an eyebrow.

"I am going to build a sand castle. A sand castle so grand that it will shock and amaze everyone!" Sakura stretched out her arms for emphasis.

"That is some dream…" Syaoran sweat dropped. (a/n: those two lines were taken from Fruits Basket volume 11. I love that volume!)

"Yeah, well, go gather water, now!" Sakura ordered. Syaoran obliged. As he gathered water he looked at the girl who was making a little building of sand.

He didn't know why, but the sight of her truly impacted him for some reason.

And no, it was not because she was wearing a bikini. A pink bikini that tied from the neck and decorated with, of course, Sakura flowers. It was not because this bikini showed off Sakura's creamy, soft skin, long legs, tiny waist, and the cleavage that sort of made Syaoran want to see a bit of her perky, petite breasts.

This was not the reason whatsoever!

Well, just a little bit.

But there was something more. As her eyes were filled with determination and her hair was being blown by the slight wind, Syaoran's breath was caught in his throat.

This feeling bothered him.

It has happened before. Suddenly, he found himself stealing glances at her face whenever she was not looking. He found himself itching to constantly wrap his arms around her when she slept. He found himself smiling over and over for the little things she did. When she laughed at whatever little thing she found amusing, he found himself laughing at her child-like nature.

Whenever she said his name, it was special. She was the only one he would allow outside the family to call him by his name. If someone else were to say his name, he felt it would be tainted. It would not be as sweet as it was when she said. When his name escaped her lips.

He found himself wanting to kill the man who served them tea that morning. He was only a year older than him, and his sister admitted that he was good-looking. He really did not pay attention to him before.

He only paid attention to him when the servant paid attention to Sakura.

He noticed how his eyes followed Sakura's every move. He noticed how he smiled widely when Sakura thanked him for her tea.

That was when Syaoran ended up taking her away, one arm around her waist. Sakura didn't think much of it. She most likely thought it was part of the make-believe ruse they were doing. But Syaoran was doing to let that young servant know that his arm had a meaning. Mine, mine, mine, mine, that was what it was saying. Sakura was his.

But…she wasn't.

When Syaoran thought about that, it made him…upset. The fact that they were only pretending upset him. The fact that Sakura was not really his, that she was acting, that it was not real…it honestly made him upset.

He wanted to stop pretending.

He didn't know how it all started. One day, she was a possible victim. Now, that thought made him sick.

The next day, she was a dysfunctional cry-baby. That thought made him angry at himself.

The next day, she was his crazy building-mate and lost student. So the fact that she lived in his building and was his student was true. But, it didn't bother him anymore. In fact, he looked forward to it. At home, he would get to see her. At his job, he would get to see her.

Then, finally, she was the one whom he needed, desperately.

This confused him. How is it that he had fallen in love with her. It was not logical. He hardly knew her. Normal people do not fall in love under his circumstances or in such a short amount of time.

Then again, Sakura was not normal. Neither was he.

But there was the one boyfriend she had back in Japan. How he hated him. He never met him, but he hated him anyway. What did he have. Was he worthy of receiving the title 'boyfriend.' His blood boiled at the thought of how many kisses they've shared. How long has he held her? Why did he have to be special to her? He ruined everything!

And she would go to Japan. Soon. He dreaded that. He had a month left.

He didn't think she knew. So he decided to take advantage of the time he had left.

This scared him. He wanted to be near her so much. If asked whether or not he'd go to Japan as well, he know he'd say yes.

Crap. He really loved her. He really truly loved her.

………shit…he was screwed.

"Syaoran, what's taking you so long. You got the water, now get your butt over here!" Sakura yelled. "Honestly, it's like you're in a trance!"

"Oh little brother, what are thinking about?" Fuutie asked slyly. She and the other four-including Mei Lin-were working on their tans.

"None of your fucking business!" he yelled to his family. Then walked over to Sakura.

"Finally!" Sakura eagerly dumped the water over some sand. Syaoran chuckled.

"You got it pretty good," Syaoran observed. The base of the castle looked sufficient. Now Sakura was adding the towers. She pushed the pail into Syaoran's hands.

"Go, fetch me some water," he ordered.

"Woman, you got legs! You go get it!" Syaoran roared at her.

"But I'm working on the towers!" Sakura whined. Syaoran sighed.

"Fine, fine," he went to get more water for his precious Sakura.

Sakura stared at him, watching him bend down and fill the pail. It was majestic in her mind (a/n: it's majestic in my mind too, Sakura, do not worry…). The way the sun his perfectly toned body. How the tiny beads of sweat from the sun ran down his perfectly chiseled abs. The way his muscular arms easily carried at least ten pounds of water. Lord, his back looked just as sexy.

No! Bad Sakura! Bad, bad, bad!

It was not fair. There he was, Syaoran Li. In all his half-naked glory.

Sakura nearly cried.

Sakura knew he was hot. Ever since she first met him, she knew that. It was obvious. But now, she didn't expect him to be well…this hot.

Not to mention…he changed.

Sakura noticed this. He had changed. he had more personality. He smiled more. He laughed more. He didn't seem so stiff anymore. She found herself attracted to this Syaoran.

But she had Yukito.

Only she found herself having to remind herself that at least fifty times a day.

Especially since the day she nearly kissed him.

Two days had passed since that day and she still felt the fire on her throat from where his lips met contact with her skin. Those small passionate kisses filled her with a strange feeling. She wanted more.

And it scared the living crap out of her.

Why? When they first met, he kidnapped her! He kidnapped her with the intentions of raping her! So what the hell! Why was she feeling this way?

But he had changed. And she liked that change.

She liked how he had this smirk on his face. She liked how his amber eyes were so intense. She liked how he laughed. She liked how he held her. She liked how he planted those kisses on her, with a passionate look in those intense eyes. They chilled her. They heated her. It was crazy.

Crap. She may have fallen in love.

Crap, crap, crap, crap!

Why? Why? Why! It was too…crazy! She had Yukito, damn it! Yukito was kind to her. And she was grateful to have had him in her life.

But Yukito lacked that passion in Syaoran. He lacked that intense aura that made him…well….him! Yukito lacked the intensity when Sakura was with him. He lacked the desire that Syaoran had.

Crap, crap, crap! She really was falling in love.

Bad Sakura! Bad! Bad! Bad!

But……that was just how it was. No matter if he was pretending. No matter if they have everyone fooled. She couldn't fool herself. She really wanted to stop pretending.

She wanted him to be her Little Wolf.

"Yo, you alright? Sun getting to you?" Syaoran asked, looking at her with his intense amber eyes.

"Eh? Yes, I'm fine," Sakura smiled.

"Crap," Syaoran sighed. Sakura glared at him.

"Why?"

"Because you are gonna be really pissed when you look down," he stepped back.

Sakura could have died.

He smashed her castle!

The bastard! He smashed her castle!

"Now, before you say anything or jump to conclusions, it was a complete accident!" Syaoran defended.

"I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You!" Sakura stood up and started to chase him.

I know you are only pretending, my lovely Sakura…so I'll pretend for you…if that's what you want…

I know to you it really doesn't mean anything, my handsome Wolf, but I'll keep quiet…I know you don't feel the same way…

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a/n: ah yes, well, this chappie was mostly reflecting but I rather liked it. Plus, I think it had few grammar mistakes this time. Well, Golden Week will be over next chappie and there will be more drama! Dun, dun, dun! Well…I don't know…

-Celi