Hey everyone! Thanks for your review for the last chapter. I know, the past few chapters have been VERY serious, and it's probably mostly my fault. My ideas were running thin and I guess the seriousness stuck with me longer than I hope. This chapter is mostly a filler, to ease the tension as well as making some relationship tension between Sakura and Syaoran, so enough said, on with the story.
Story: Invisible
Author: starrie.skies
Summary: Kinomoto Sakura was a normal 18 year old girl, except for one thing. She sees things, things others couldn't. Li Syaoran was a normal 20 year old man, except for one fact; no one could see him, no one but a normal 18 year old girl.
Pairings: Sakura/Syaoran possibly Tomoyo/Eriol
Disclaimer: I do not own Card captors, it belongs to CLAMP and I got the idea of this story from called 'Haunted' by Meg Cabot.
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Chapter 13: Tension between us
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It was a bright Saturday morning, and Sakura stayed sleeping in her bed. Fujitaka had already left early for his University campus and Touya had left for his job. The Kinomoto household was empty except for one girl, that is, unless you don't count the extra male ghost was floating around the house downstairs.
Syaoran had waked up hours ago, early enough to see Fujitaka's car pull out of the driveway, and the older brother waking up and starting to make breakfast. Of course ever since his conversation with the eldest Kinomoto wasn't forgotten, but the two males hadn't talked ever since, sure, Syaoran now knew Touya was able to sense him whenever they were in the same room or when Sakura was around.
Now, he was downstairs, in the living room, glancing at pictures that were laid all over the house of Sakura when she was younger and when her mom had been alive. Pictures of Sakura ever since she was a baby up until now was scattered all around the house, pictures of her kindergarten graduation, her elementary graduation, cheerleading, everything was there. In one peculiar picture, a 2 year old, baby version of Sakura sat on the lap of Nadeshiko. Syaoran couldn't mistake the mother's face for anything. The exact copy of the emerald eyes shared between the mother and daughter, and he couldn't forget the gentle smile he had seen when he had visited her with Sakura weeks before. Looking at Sakura's innocent smile, he wondered if she knew-even at that small age-that she would be dealing with things that would defy all human logic or that treaded beyond normality. Then again, she had said before she had been able to see ghosts ever since she was 3, ever since Nadeshiko had passed away.
He didn't know how long he had spent downstairs looking at the pictures, but he knew he couldn't help but wonder how different Sakura's life would be different if she didn't have the power she had now.
"Well you two wouldn't have met, that's one thing, and maybe all this shit won't be happening either." His mind told him, unknown to him, he had stood there for a while, staring blankly at a picture,
"You know, if you stare at a picture long enough, some say you can burn a hole in them?" an amused voice said behind him, "Don't look now, or is that a hole I see?" Syaoran whipped around only to see Sakura's amused face staring back at him,
"Ok, you really need a new way of greeting people other than sneaking up behind them." Syaoran breathed out silently,
"I guess that's a good idea," Sakura laughed, walking passed him and into the kitchen, "but then again, that would take the fun out of a lot of things." She concluded Syaoran rolled his eyes, materializing into his visible form. He followed behind her, his eyes trailing her pink camisole and grey sweat pants, her long auburn hair pulled into a pony tail,
"Not planning on going anywhere I see," Syaoran smirked at her attire; Sakura rolled her eyes in return, padding over to the table where her dad had left some warm pancakes and a glass of orange juice.
"Nope, I'm staying home today, I've got a ton of chores to do," her mind going through a list, "and besides," for a moment her features softened, "I don't think Tomoyo is too excited to see me yet."
"She'll pull through soon enough," Syaoran assured her, making her smile at him, "besides she's not as stubborn or as hard headed as you are, it'll take some time with her." He smirked,
"Alright you just ruined a really good advice with that." She frowned, Syaoran floated up and down, in a sitting position in the air,
"Thank you."
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Syaoran frowned as Sakura pulled on a yellow apron around her waist,
"OK, remind me again, why am I doing this?" Syaoran blinked, Sakura rolled her eyes,
"If you're going to stay at this house, you're responsible for keeping it clean too, I mean you live here too you know." Sakura reasoned, pulling out different types of items for their cleaning,
"Yea, but you forgot a few details here," Syaoran floated back down, "one, I don't eat anything, I can't, two, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a little too 'dead' to actually make any mess, and three, I'm DEAD." He listed out, waving his three fingers in emphasize,
"Alright one, you don't eat anything, but you live here anyways, two there's nothing called being a little too dead and three, you live here and four did I mention this, you live here." She countered making sure all the items she pulled out were charmed by her so Syaoran could use it, she stuffed a broom in his hand,
"Now," she said in a sweet voice, "have fun."
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"Have fun, have fun, have fun she says, I'm with a freaking broom and she tells me to have fun." Syaoran muttered darkly as he swept the last corner of the living room and piling the dust and dirt into the scooper. Of course, Sakura had to make sure all the blinds and curtains were closed, other wise all anyone would see outside would be a broom moving by its self in thin air, won't that be something to explain to the neighbours.
"Are you talking to yourself?" Sakura asked by the doorway, leaning on the now closed vacuum cleaner, Syaoran raised an eye brow at her, saying 'what do you think?' "Oh good, 'cause for a second there I thought I'd have to take you to some ghost psychiatrists." She teased, Syaoran growled,
"I'm done with this stupid broom." He said, only too happy to drift over with the broom and shoving it into Sakura's opened hands, he immediately left for the couch and lay on his back, his eyes closing,
"You're done with this broom, but I'm not done with you," Sakura said stubbornly, she stomped over and pulled on his hand for him to get up, "Come on get up you lazy bum!"
"I didn't think after you died you can get any lower," Syaoran growled, "but obviously you've created someway over that rule because I'm lower than death." He stared dully at the huge basket of laundry that was on top of the washing machine. Sakura patted him on the back,
"Come on, you've done laundry before, I'm sure." She reasoned, Syaoran looked at her,
"I'm Li Syaoran, I own a chain of successful companies, my family is one of the richest families in China, and you seriously think I've done my own laundry?"
"Well even in death, you learn something." Sakura winked, when Syaoran was moving, she gave him a shove, "come on please, you can't expect me, a tiny little girl to do this all on her own do you?" Sakura whined, pouting, begging him with her emerald eyes, Syaoran groaned, dragging his leg like led to the laundry room
"How'd you do it on your own before? I mean besides you've decided to use ghost as slave labours." Syaoran asked dryly, Sakura walked away, her tinkling laugh left behind,
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Sakura finished cleaning and washing the dishes, placing the last one in the dish holder, before looking at her spotless kitchen, her mouth pulled into a smile, she couldn't forget how Syaoran looked like with a broom in his hands. He looked like he had just met his worse enemy. Suddenly, the door bell rang, and she hung up the cloth and walked to the door,
"Hey Joe." She greeted their mailman; he always delivered her father's packages to their house and since Fujitaka was mostly not home that time, Sakura had always been the one to answer the door,
"Hey Sakura, I've got a package for your dad." Joe said kindly, he was a man in his way to his mid forties, with short black hair dashed with a few strands of white, and kind blue eyes. He pulled a white box out of his bag on his side, "Something about some new history book?"
"That's probably his alright," Sakura giggled, thanking him and taking the box, "Do I need to sign anything?"
"Oh yes you do," Joe dug in his bag for something, before he produced an electronic pad, "Here, just sign there and you're good to go." Sakura took the pen from him, and signed her name quickly on the line,
"Thanks Joe," Sakura smiled, just when the mail man was about to leave, somewhere in the laundry room, they heard a loud crash, before a male voice cursing,
"Shit!" Sakura giggled nervously when Joe looked inside,
"Um, that's Touya, ha-ha you know him, he's as clumsy as he gets, yea anyways, it's great talking to you bye!" Sakura said quickly, Joe said a quick good bye, still slightly suspicious about the noise inside, once the door was closed Sakura leaned on it, sighing in relief, she brought the books to his dad's office, before deciding to check in on the ghost in question.
"What are you doing in there? Creating a war?" she laughed, walking into the laundry room,
"Not, funny." The ghost mumbled darkly, clothes were all over the floor and Sakura laughed hysterically when she saw one of her t-shirts tangled up in his chestnut hair, walking in, she pulled the t-shirt out from his hair,
"Alright, so laundry is not your strength, we'll deal." She laughed, "Alright let's start over." Syaoran continued to glare darkly at the machine as if it had done him wrong some where in his past life.
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"See now was it really that hard?" Sakura teased as the two of them finally collapsed on the couch. Of course it wasn't, unless if you had counted Sakura having throw suds and water at him, and of course being the mediator she was, just so happened to charm said objects, allowing it to actually hit their target.
"I am never doing you a favour, again." Syaoran mumbled darkly, "the cleaning took all day, now you know why I don't do my own cleaning."
"Because you might just start a World War III?" Sakura asked innocently, Syaoran glared at her, and before she knew it, poked her on her waist,
"Syaoran!" Sakura squealed, jumping up and running to the other side of the couch, Syaoran smirked evilly, chasing her around and around the small couch, until both of them ended at the other side, panting, and maybe slightly breathless, but with huge grins on their faces.
"Ok, I get it, no more cleaning." Sakura giggled, moving to the right, Syaoran moved to the right as well, "Come on we've been at this for five minutes!" Syaoran smirked,
"You know what, you're right," Syaoran said, dropping his arms to his side, "done." Sakura sighed tiredly,
"Great," she started walking to her right side, smirking Syaoran drifted through the sofa, and landed right in front of her, "Syaoran!" she screamed, he held onto her wrist before she could make any attempt to escape,
"World War II eh?" he smirked, looking down at her, Sakura looked back up, her cheeks were red from their 'game' and her mouth with split into a huge grin, speaking of her lips…
Syaoran continued to stare down into her emerald eyes, her large grin was long gone, now replaced with a small, gentle smile, they were leaning closer, and closer, they were so close their noses touched, and despite him being dead, and despite her mind's warning, they could feel their warm and moist breath on each other's cheeks, Syaoran could feel the ragged breaths coming from her mouth, and Sakura was so closed she swore she could drown in his eyes,
"Syaoran…" she whispered, Syaoran shook his head,
"Don't." he breathed, and he went in for the kiss.
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A/N: Oh what did I do now? This was just to break off from the tension and the mood of this story I've been setting, way too serious. Hopefully I'll get enough will and ideas to actually get this story somewhere.