Chapter 14: It Takes Two to Tango

Wednesday…

Tuesday passed with little events and Wednesday came rolling in like a cold front on a beautiful day; too early for some. Sakura walked into the classroom that morning and Syaoran's face immediately went bright red, much to Tomoyo's amusement and delight.

"Ah! By the shade of Syaoran's face I can tell that Sakura has entered the room!" Tomoyo snickered quietly so that only Chiharu and Rika, who were standing by Tomoyo's desk, and Syaoran could hear. Syaoran clanked his forehead on his desk and sighed. This shall be an adventure. He thought sarcastically to himself.

'What's going to be an adventure?' Sakura replied in his head. Syaoran's head shot up and looked upwards at Sakura who was staring down at him.

'I'm never going to get used to this!' He cried in his head. He hated feeling so vulnerable, not even being able to conceal his own thoughts from the girl of his dreams.

'Neither will I Syaoran. But as you said before, I'm sure it will come into good use one day.' Sakura replied smiling. Neither of them realised the strange stares they were receiving as they communicated silently.

"Um, are there some words being exchanged that we can't hear or are you two just having fun just staring at each other?" Tomoyo stated flatly. Syaoran and Sakura awoke from their daze and shook their heads hastily.

"No!" They both exclaimed in unison. They stared at each other and then turned away quickly, blushing profusely.

"Look at them," Tomoyo sighed dramatically, "Sometimes I just wish they would admit that they are madly in love with each other. But then again, all these super kawaii moments might stop!" Tomoyo paused to muse for a second, "Or increase. Who knows with these two." The redness of Sakura and Syaoran's faces stooped to an even deeper red.

"Yeah. It makes me wonder what these lovebirds would be like as a couple!" Chiharu chuckled.

"Oh come now. Don't you think we should stop before their heads explode?" Rika exclaimed, motioning towards Syaoran and Sakura. They were both ruby red in the face. Any redder and they would probably pass out.

"Okay fine. We'll just leave you two alone." Tomoyo grinned and the three girls skipped away towards Takashi who was reciting another one of his far-fetched tails.

'I see what you meant by adventures.' Sakura muttered to Syaoran in her mind. Syaoran nodded and rested his forehead on his desk. He shifted his head so one of his amber eyes peered up at the pink-faced girl.

He groaned wearily, Oh the things we endure…

c

Sakura stood in her room, fumbling with her outfit in front of the mirror. She had on a dress that Tomoyo had made her specifically for the dance. It was made of a soft pink fabric that clung to her curves impeccably and ended mid thigh. It was sleeveless, being held up only by two slender spaghetti-style straps and was low cut which was essential in the design just to tease Syaoran. The most stunning feature of the dress was the embroidery going down the right side of the dress, featuring sun, moons and stars in the Clow style, all sewn in pale green thread.

"I can't believe you're going to the dance with him." Kero muttered bitterly, putting extra emphasise on 'him'.

"Oh, give Syaoran a break Kero. He's a very good friend to me." Sakura replied in Syaoran's defence.

"Friend? Ha ha yeah right! You're crazy about that stupid kid!" Kero raved indignantly, rolling his beady eyes and plunging onto Sakura's mattress. Sakura blushed and smiled. She checked herself one last time in the mirror and snatched her purse from her desk. She ran from her room and dashed down the stairs to the front door.

"Hey! Where are you going?" Sakura's brother's voice rang from the kitchen.

"I'm going to the school dance!" Sakura yelled back at her brother, stepping out of the door and outside. She didn't want to be interrogated by her brother about the details like who was accompanying her.

"What!" Touya a screamed as Sakura slammed the door behind her and started to gun it away from the house. Touya ran to the kitchen window and bellowed out a warning, "If I find out you're going with the gaki I'll…" Touya's voice faded away as the distance between Sakura and her house grew. She slowed down and took the path to Penguin Park where Syaoran and her were planning on meeting.

c

Syaoran franticly ran around his apartment, attempting to get ready for the dance. Wei was out grocery shopping much to Syaoran's delight. He didn't want to be frazzled by his guardian as he prepared for the troublesome event. Syaoran skidded out of his bathroom with only a towel around his waist after his hasty shower and sifted through his closet.

"Not this one, definitely not, I wouldn't be caught dead in this shirt…" Syaoran grumbled to himself, throwing shirts out behind him, scattering them all over the hard wood floor, "Aha! Here's a shirt!" He pulled out a soft pale green polo shirt and stared at it approvingly. He stepped back and slipped on a shirt, sending him flying into the air and luckily landing on a pile of garments but without a towel around his waist. He jumped up and snatched the towel from the floor to cover his stark nakedness but somehow, a thought of Sakura crossed his mind. His face went bright red and he quickly re-tied the towel around his pelvis, saving all of us Syaoran fan-girls from seeing his sculpted bottom.

He yanked a pair of boxers from a drawer in his dresser and slipped them on, dropping the towel on the floor too quick of course for us all to see. He kicked the strewn shirts into a pile as he hopped around, pulling a leg through the sleeve of his jeans. He grunted incoherently and pulled his pants up and while he fastened them around his waist he scowled at himself in the mirror. Look at my hair… He ruffled his dishevelled locks and quickly dropped his hand. Since when do I care about my hair! Syaoran made an angry face at himself and slipped his shirt over his head. He pulled down on the hem and straightened the fabric out so it wasn't so wrinkled. He left the shirt unbuttoned a few buttons just because he was too flustered to be bothered to do them up and ran into his bathroom to brush his teeth and fuss over his unruly and untamed mane of chestnut locks.

Finally, ten minutes before he was planning to meet Sakura, he rushed out of his apartment and surged out of the building, walking quickly to Penguin Park.

c

"Hey Syaoran!" Sakura exclaimed, running over to her long time friend and hugging him. Syaoran's face turned beet red as he awkwardly returned the hug. He panicked in his head, making a mental note to not say any exact words in his thoughts. Sakura pulled away and smiled her gorgeous smile. She took a step back and examined Syaoran with widened eyes, Oh my…ch-chest…Sakura's cheeks became a little pink.

Syaoran drank in the beautiful girl in front of him thirstily. He gaped at the dress she was wearing and how it clung to her curves. Syaoran had an uncanny urge to just run his hands down her sides and kiss her but he bit away his craving and settled on staring instead.

"Shall we go?" Sakura queried sweetly. Syaoran nodded, his throat dry of words. They were still blown away from the girl he was now walking beside.

He sure is being quiet…Sakura thought to herself, gazing over at Syaoran from the corner of her eye. Syaoran stiffened in his stride and turned to her.

"I'm sorry. I was just speechless." Syaoran replied, pink rushing to his cheeks.

"Speechless?" Sakura angled her head with confusion.

"I'm speechless because you look so beautiful." Syaoran choked out, turning his head forwards again so he didn't have to look her in the eye. Sakura blushed lavishly and stared down at her feet, suddenly finding them rather interesting.

"Thank you." Sakura replied quietly, finding it hard to speak. The words were getting stuck to her tongue like a warm, soft toffee and her rapidly beating heart wasn't making it any easier. Such were the many minutes it took to reach the school wasted, each love-sick teenager deep in their own thoughts, too busy with themselves than to eavesdrop on their respected other's notions. It wasn't until they reached the North doors of the school that Syaoran broke the ice that had grown between them in the silence.

"After you." Syaoran opened the door and motioned for Sakura to go through. Sakura blushed at the rather gentleman-like comment and walked into the school, turning down the hall towards the gymnasium where the dance was being held. Syaoran joined her and walked by her side amongst the groups of jittery girls and boys who were waiting outside for their friends to arrive. They scooted past them as inconspicuously as they could but they couldn't help the wide-eyed stares they received as they went by.

"Hello Sakura. Hello Syaoran." Rika greeted at the door beside Terada–sensei. She was helping him collect tickets.

"Hello!" Sakura smiled warmly. Syaoran handed Rika the tickets that they had bought prior and stepped into the gymnasium.

Music throbbed through the speakers and fuelled the movements of the teenagers gyrating down on the dance-floor. Syaoran and Sakura bypassed them and headed to the tables and chairs on the other side of the room where the found Chiharu strangling Takashi, Naoko chatting, starry-eyed, with Ishida and Tomoyo who was filming everything she could, trying to catch every 'super kawaii' moment. She spotted Syaoran and Sakura right away and waved them over.

"See! I told you he had asked her!" Chiharu cooed at Takashi. Takashi sighed dramatically and pulled a few bills out of his pocket and put in Chiharu's outstretched hand. Sakura and Syaoran exchanged glances and reasoned in their minds that they wouldn't say a word.

Tomoyo had saved two seats for the couple and they sat down beside each other with blank expressions. Minutes dragged on slowly and they both watched Naoko and Ishida get up to dance time and time again or Chiharu strangle Takashi or Tomoyo chortle with Rika who had been persuaded by Terada-sensei to join the dance. Sakura and Syaoran didn't say much, too absorbed in their own thoughts to really pay attention to anything around them.

Finally Syaoran found the courage to ask Sakura to dance with him. He just had to wait until the opportune moment to ask her.

c

'And da opportune moment it shall be!' A feline grin splashed on a young Jamaican girl's face in a crowd of teens who were getting lessons on how to bump and grind. Chali barely knew how to do it herself but she was having a ball watching the other girls make a fool out of themselves.

"Where are you going?" One girl asked, rigorously thrusting her hips towards the behind of a clueless teenage boy. Chali barely managed to restrain a giggle.

"I'm going to request a song." Chali said, disappearing into the crowd in the direction of the DJ. She went up to the DJ and asked him if he would play a song she knew was well known around the world. Chali smiled with self-pride. It's da perfect song! It just happened to be the renowned Armageddon hit, 'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing'.

c

The opening chords rung through the speakers and Syaoran knew it was now or never for him. He watched couples around him lead their partners to the floor. Building up all the courage he could muster, he raised himself from the chair and walked to the other side of Sakura.

"Dance with me?" He asked, trying to sound as best as she could despite the fact that his tongue felt as if it were made of lead.

"Sure." Sakura replied nervously, taking Syaoran's outstretched hand with hers. Syaoran let out a sigh of relief led her out into the middle of the dance-floor. He let go of her hand and copied the couples around them who were in rather suggestive positions; the girls with their hands around their partners neck and the boys with their hands on their partners waist's, though some hands were dipping dangerously low.

Sakura was first to make a move and wrapped her slender arms around Syaoran's neck. Syaoran quickly placed his hands in her hips and shifted closer, enough so he could smell the cherry blossom scented shampoo she had used to wash her golden brown tresses. It was enough to get Syaoran intoxicated with desire.

Sakura breathed in deeply and wafted in that familiar musty fresh scent that Syaoran had always carried. She closed her eyes and savoured the touch of his wide palms on her curvy hips. The skin beneath her gorgeous dress tingled with anticipation, a feeling Sakura had never felt before. Sakura inched closer so that they were barely centimetres apart and rested her head on his chest. She could hear his heart beating wildly.

Syaoran took in a sharp intake of breath as he felt Sakura rest her head on his chest. He closed his eyes and tried to stable his neurotic heartbeat and stop the blood rushing to his face. He took a few deep breaths and steadied into the melodious movement of the slow dance as the chorus drifted in the heavy air. Though neither of them realised it, they were in their own respected paradises as they swayed as one to the love ballad.

c

"Oh my god, oh my god! Super kawaii!" Tomoyo exclaimed, making sure to catch every moment of Sakura and Syaoran's slow dance. Rika watched as well with a pretty smile on her face.

"They are perfect for each other." Rika whispered, "I mean look at them! They look as if they were already a couple from how comfortable they are with each other in that embrace. Plus, they're the perfect height and they're names both begin with an S! You can't get any better that that!"

"Have you ever considered being a matchmaker Rika?" Tomoyo kidded, taking her eyes off her precious camera and smiled up at her friend. Rika laughed heartily and returned her focus back to their dancing friends who were then pressing upon each other with dreamy smiles on their faces.

c

Chali grinned at Sakura and Syaoran contentedly and flicked her thick hair behind her shoulder. I'm like cupid! Muah! She chuckled oddly to herself. She walked over and joined her friends who were now dancing peacefully with one another. She then felt a light tap on her shoulder.

"Um, will you dance with me?" A tall, slender, dark haired boy asked Chali with hopeful eyes. Chali grinned and nodded, taking a step towards him and spontaneously wrapping her arms around his neck. The dance would have continued on like that, all blissful, fluffy and happy.

There was a deep, sadistic snicker that accompanied a cultured sneer from above, "But what fun would that be?"

c

OOO! That was so much fun to write. This chapter is definately my second favourite. (the first being chapter 8) Thank you for the reviews. Thank you MeowMix (ch#1), pixy7 (ch#7), Mew Frost, MexicanFighter, Miss.Redi, Tam-chan, lil wolf lover, Sayoko's Fire, Boheme and grassmonkey830. Keep reviewing. You're only at 54 reviews and you guys have 5 more chances to review and send it up to +85.

Happy Thanksgiving! Love and fluff, Bronte