My apologies! It looks like this is the time of year when I get back on track. Ironic isn't it? For those who have stuck it out, thanks, and hopefully I will be able to wrap it up very shortly. That should be my priority one until this has been completed, and then I will go back and 'edit' everything. . .
Hours passed and neither of the sofa's occupants had moved. The news flashed absently on the TV that no one was watching. Sakura's eyes were closed as she tried to blank out her mind of all thoughts, and Syaoran sat watching how her hair slid from his fingers while he stroked it.
"Can I stay here tonight?"
Syaoran blinked and stilled his movements. Did he hear that right? "Sakura?" He questioned.
She turned her head in his lap to look up at his face. "Is… that alright?"
Syaoran smiled gently and softly dragged his finger of her cheek. "Of course, that is if your father agrees."
Rolling off Syaoran and the sofa, Sakura walked quietly to the phone. Syaoran watched from his spot as she dialed and spoke quietly into the receiver.
"Daddy? Is it okay if I stay here tonight?. . . . Thank you. . . . I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow."
Syaoran stood and approached Sakura as she was hanging up the phone. Pushing one of her stray hairs behind her ear he asked softly, "You hungry? I could make us something."
Sakura nodded and followed Syaoran through to the kitchen. Scouring the almost empty cabinets, they stumbled upon some pasta and sauce. Having the decision made for them, they started to get to work pulling out the necessary tools.
A knock came to the door."Boys? Sakura is staying at Syaoran's for the night and we need to start thinking about dinner. Anything in particular you would like?" Fujitaka questioned through the door.
Yukito pulled away from Touya's provided warmth and stood up. Before he could get too far, Touya grabbed his arm and squeezed as if reminding him of his presence. Yukito smiled slightly and continued to the door. "Would you like some help sir?" He asked while pulling the door open.
Fujitaka smiled and nodded. "Thank you Yuki. We are all grateful for you help."
Yukito bowed and replied with a quiet, "It is my pleasure sir, thank you for allowing me into your home."
Touya stepped up behind Yuki and placed a hand on his shoulder, "And you know you're always welcome."
Yukito raised and turned to Touya with a relieved smile before walking past Fujitaka and down towards the kitchen.
"Touya?" Fujitaka stopped Touya before he could follow. "Watch him son, he's hurting too."
"I know dad, I know." Touya breathed as his eyes trailed after Yukito.
Dinner was quiet and the clean-up felt like a routine. All that was left were a few more dishes and Syaoran offered Sakura the chance to go get ready for bed. Hearing her leave the kitchen, he sighed and continued his task. 'Don't get to use to this, it won't last forever.' He was too distracted to hear her return to the kitchen and jumped slightly when arms encircled his waist. "Kura?"
"Thank you." She whispered against him as she kissed his back through his shirt and laid her head down in the same spot.
He finished up the remainder of the dishes with her attached to him and then turned to gather her into a warm embrace. "I would do anything for you. You know that." He whispered before lifting her chin bending down to kiss her.
Sorry it's a short chapter, but I figured I had to get you something. If it wasn't so late I would press harder for more, but I promise to have more up shortly. I mean it this time I really do need to tie off everything. . .