Hey everyone! This is my new story, The Last Nagori. It's actually a combo of my other old stories that I dropped with an added twist. This whole story will be based on Sakura Kinomoto's POV. Hope you enjoy!

The Last Nagori

Chapter 1

It's A Marriage Thing

A girl meets a guy. They both fall in love. They get married.

Then, they live happily ever after.

Why does this only work in romance dramas? Or soap operas?

It's a girl's dream to be in love with the perfect guy, the guy that you just met one day and your love-at-first-sight thing kicks in. Then you find out he loves you back and everything else doesn't matter.

I only have half of this, so called "dream."

Okay, so I have the "meet the guy thing". I got the marriage part.

Hmm, so how am I not happy? Can you tell by my unsatisfied… or maybe angry tone?

Maybe not, but I'll tell you why…

Beep! Beep! Beep!

From out of nowhere, the piercing sound of the alarm ringing ripped through the quiet darkness, jerking me half awake. I glimpsed outside through my window; it was still dark out.

"Ngh…" I moaned as I blindly tried to reach the clock to stop the damn ringing. It felt too early…

The ringing continued as my hand tried to reach towards the clock, until I finally realized that it was at my right side of the bed rather than the left. I flipped over, slammed my fist on the clock, and went back to bed, free from that awful sound.

Until…

"Sakura-chan! Wakey, wakey!"

To me, an alarm clock is only the second most annoying thing in the world for waking me up. The first? A human.

I pushed my pillow to my ears, praying that the voice would stop calling me. It didn't, of course.

Eventually, I felt something heavy at the side of my bed, pulling my blanket away.

"Sakura, you're going to be late for school," said the bastard who took away my warmth.

"Go away," I snapped, my voice muffled through the pillow. I braced myself, hoping that the person who was right beside me didn't take my pillow away too. Unfortunately, the inevitable came.

Something strong was grabbing on the pillow, and I fought to save it. My weak morning muscles were straining, and it sounded like the person who was grabbing the other end wasn't even trying.

Then, I heard my pillow practically tearing, so I finally let go. The room was now semi dark and quite blurry when I opened my eyes. The familiar set of dark brown eyes stared upon me.

I only just realized that the person was facing only inches away from me.

"Bastard…" I muttered.

"C'mon Sakura," he said as he threw the pillow aside. "It's going to be seven soon."

I ignored him and tried to sleep on my arms. Then the most infuriating thing in the world happened.

I felt his arms circle around me and his breath on my ear as he whispered, "I'll give you a kiss, if you want."

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Hehehe…"

"Get OFF of me!"

"Aw, is that how you should treat your husband?"

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. This asshole is Li Syaoran, my husband.

Yeah, pretty ridiculous isn't it? So ridiculous that I wished I could just laugh and call it a joke.

I wish.

Anyway, I was furious. He ALWAYS did that to get me up, teasing me that he would kiss me and crap. Freaking pervert.

"There you go!" he said as he watched me get off the bed. I groaned and went to the bathroom, grabbing a toothbrush.

He gave me a towel and my school uniform before I started to lock the doors. I glared at him, and he simply grinned. He was still wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants, though I could see that his hair was slightly wet; he must have finished showering.

Hmph.

I sighed as I got undressed and went inside the tub, which was still steaming. I turned the knobs and closed my eyes, sighing again as the hot water poured on my body.

Now you're asking, if he's your husband, why do you hate his guts?

Well, first of all, I'm only sixteen. And second… well, I'll get to that later.

When I was done washing, I dried myself with my towel and tried to wear my clothes. However, I stared at the pile that represented my uniform.

Oh no I forgot my…

I quickly wrapped the towel around my body and quietly unlocked the door. I opened it, staring at Syaoran who was holding my bra to my face and smiling.

"Looking for this?" he asked mildly.

SLAP.

"Owie…" he said pitifully as I slammed the door on his face.

Idiot.

I quickly got dressed and ran out of the bathroom. He was gone, but I didn't care. I checked the clock in my room, and I only had fifteen minutes left before school started. CRAP!

When I got to the kitchen, I saw him reading a newspaper, sitting on a couch in the living room. He was in his suit as usual, ready for his work

He met my gaze and winked. I quickly looked away angrily.

"I made the lunch," he said, as he pointed to the box lunch on the table without turning away from the page he was reading. "You should go now or you're going to be late."

"What about you?" I said, barely able to control my anger.

"Eh, I'll leave a little later," he said. He drove a car to school, a Porsche to be exact, given to us by my grandfather for our early wedding present. But it's basically Syaoran's, since I can't drive yet.

"Hmph." I grabbed the box lunch and ran out of the house. I took the bike that was beside the car and rode towards the school.

Now I probably got you really confused. You're probably wondering, what the hell is going on?

Well, it all happened a month ago…

I was living with my grandfather, Amamiya Masaki, here, in Tokyo. He was usually busy, because he actually owns a huge toy corporation known as Piffle Princess. My parents died from sickness, and my older brother was studying abroad.

I was happy, living with my grandfather. He was so kind to me, and never left me to think that I was alone. I love him a lot. However…

It was soon discovered that Grandpa was having heart problems and one day, he received a mild heart attack. He was gradually recovering, but the doctors warned that he was going to die soon.

Including to the fact that there would soon be no one to take care of me, the corporation would go down without a successor.

Ah, I remember it so well. Maybe because I was so pissed and sad that day.

Flashback

I remembered that I was sitting next to him on a chair as he was lying down on his bed, with tubes up his nose.

"Grandpa…" I said sadly as I took his hand. He was coughing weakly and gave me a half smile.

It nearly broke my heart.

"Grandpa, feel better okay?" I said stupidly. He nodded.

"Oh Sakura, I'm going to be fine," he said. "But I'm worried about you. Who will take care of my precious granddaughter while I'm here?"

"The maids will take care of me," I said. He shook his head.

"Living with them is not an option," he said. "But… I have a request for you."

"Anything, Grandpa."

"I want you to get married."

"WAH?!"

I thought he was joking. Well, I hoped he was.

"Grandpa… don't say that…" I said nervously.

He coughed again. My heart sunk deeper towards the pit of my stomach.

"Please, Sakura," he whispered. "You said anything."

I sighed. "But Grandpa…"

"Please… Sakura? It'll make me so happy."

I slowly nodded. And I didn't even know why. Maybe it was because Grandpa looked so feeble and weak.

And maybe… because it'll give me a chance to find someone for me.

Grandpa felt much better after that, but he was still very frail. He did, however, manage to arrange an engagement party with the help of his niece, Sonomi, and her daughter and my best friend, Tomoyo.

"Wow, you're really getting married!" cried Tomoyo ecstatically as she arranged my dress.

"Uh yeah," I said. "Whoop-dee-doo…"

Tomoyo frowned. "You don't look happy," she said.

"Am I supposed to?" I said. "This is marriage we're talking about Tomoyo-chan. This isn't some kind of party."

She smiled. "Then just think of it as a party," she said. "Maybe the guy you'll be engaged to will be really nice and good looking."

"Maybe," I muttered. Then something hit me… the thought horrified me.

"What if, he's really ugly and mean?!" I wailed.

Tomoyo rolled her eyes. "Oh come on," she said. "You know, I heard from Mom that he's actually a really good looking guy. And he's extremely polite."

"Really?" I said hopefully.

She winked. "Positive," she said.

That made me feel… a bit better.

I got my dress ready faster than I expected (though Tomoyo was a freak at clothes and fashion so that didn't really surprise me).

So I came to the engagement ceremony, with my hair done and my dress looking flashier than ever. It was taken place in a huge building, with rooms that were huge. I was quite nervous; there were so many people that came. I wondered if they all worked for Piffle.

They all talked to me like I just won an award. It made me even more nervous.

Grandpa finally came to me, in his happy and merry self. It made me happy to see him smile again. I hugged him and he chortled.

"Sakura, your fiancé-to-be is here," he whispered. "Would you like to see him?"

"Sure." I tried to make myself sound enthusiastic.

He smiled at the half-opened door. "Come in."

I guess I was supposed to be happy. As in, whoa I'm actually pretty lucky kind of thing.

But I'm not. Why?

A man with short auburn hair and dark brown eyes came inside the room, wearing a clean tux; most of the girls giggled and blushed when they saw him. I stared and he stared right back. Grandpa was oblivious to my shock.

"Sakura, this will be your fiancé, Li Syaoran."

Okay, he was pretty good looking, I'd have to admit. Nice complexion and smile.

The only problem is that I already knew him…

… because he's my current math teacher. Only he didn't have his glasses on this time.

"Oh," Syaoran said with a bemused, but mild expression. "Hello, Kinomoto."

I know that if I screamed, it'll probably scare the crap out of my grandfather. I would probably embarrass myself when there are more than one hundred people in the huge room with me.

But hey, I had to let it out. So I screamed, and as I predicted, Grandpa was a little surprised.

"Sakura what's wrong?" he said.

"Grandpa! He's OLD!" I managed to say. Syaoran frowned as Grandpa gave a small laugh.

"He's only seven years older than you, dear," he said. Tomoyo composed her face so that it was calm, though I could tell that she was shocked too. So did Syaoran.

"Hello, Daidouji," said Syaoran. "I guess you're a little freaked out about this, eh?"

"Hardly," she lied.

"Grandpa, you're joking right?" I said.

"No," said Grandpa, confused. "Sakura, why are you so upset?"

"It's probably my fault," said Syaoran cheerfully. "You see, I'm her math teacher."

Thanks for letting it out, dumbass.

"Oh!" My grandfather was surprised, but not shocked like I was. And then he smiled even wider.

"Then you can watch over my granddaughter in school!" he said happily as he hugged Syaoran.

"GRANDPA?!"

"Oh, stop whining Sakura. It's not like you never knew him."

"Eh?"

But Grandpa didn't go any further. "So Syaoran," he said to him. "Will you be able to protect and love my precious granddaughter?"

Please say no, please say no…

"Of course," he said and I hung my head. He suddenly grabbed my left hand and gave me a charming smile.

"I'll take care of you forever," he murmured as he kissed my middle finger. I couldn't tell if he was lying or not.

I would've cussed, but I didn't want my grandfather to have another heart attack. Tomoyo just sighed as all the girls squeaked in envy.

Well I could have said no. I could have called the whole thing off…

But my grandfather…

I owed him… and it was the least I could do for him…

Unlike Syaoran, I really love my grandfather. Knowing the fact that he is actually dying… makes me grieve. So I have to at least… make his last moments happy.

I won't let you down Grandpa… even if it kills me.

So I went on with the engagement. The ring (which was really pretty), cake, pictures, and so on. It felt like a wedding, but without the wedding dress. Grandpa was so happy, and it made me smile too. I even met Syaoran's mother, Li Yelan; she was around in her forties by appearance, but I expect she's probably older. She was really nice to me, almost like a motherly figure; I like her, but not Syaoran. I heard she was super rich like Grandpa, and she is also close friends with Tomoyo's mother, Sonomi.

"Dear, you look so beautiful," she said when she touched my cheek. I blushed in embarrassment and she just simply beamed.

I felt like I was living in a dream, with Syaoran putting the ring on me. But then my dream crashed when he smiled and kissed my finger again. I resisted from punching him because everyone was watching.

When the ceremony was over, Syaoran sat next to me when it was time for the banquet.

"Here," he said as he gave me a plate full of food. I took it gratefully; I was starving. He ate next to me. I looked at Grandpa, who was talking to Sonomi and Yelan; he was laughing.

Then I looked at Syaoran. He was still eating, never looking at anyone but me, and when our eyes met, he would give me something off his plate. Most of the girls were looking at him, trying to catch his attention.

It was weird. Even though I don't like Syaoran, I admit that he's actually a really good looking guy. Plus he's nice… and he's very polite, just as Tomoyo said. He makes almost all the girls swoon because of his charm (many of the high school girls like him too).

I wonder why he'd be interested in someone like me.

Huh…

"Li-sensei…" I finally muttered, looking at my half eaten plate of food.

"Hmm?"

"Why… why did you say yes?"

He caught on to what I was referring to.

"Why did you?"

I looked at him now, into his eyes.

"Grandpa… would be happy…" I finally answered. He smiled again.

"You're kind, Kinomoto… to do this much in order to make your grandfather happy." He sighed. "That's why I said yes too."

"What…?" I said, puzzled.

"Because… I would not refuse to marry someone like that," he said slowly. "Like you." I stared at him and slightly went red.

"Li-sensei…"

"Call me Syaoran, since I'm going to be your hubby soon," he said. "I can call you Sakura, right?"

I looked away. "I guess."

"Sakura…" he said.

"What?" I said annoyed, looking back at him. I felt something soft and warm on my cheek, only to realize a second later that it was his lips.

I jumped back, stunned.

"You have soft skin," he commented. My face flushed and I didn't hold back this time.

"PERVERT!"

"Ow…"

End of Flashback

I reached the school gate to put my bicycle away.

"Hey, Sakura-chan!"

I turned to see Tomoyo, who was smiling gleefully at me. I looked at her warily.

"If you wanted to know if we did it, we didn't," I said, turning her smile into a frown.

"Aw, Sakura-chan…" she began.

"Oh come on, Tomoyo-chan," I said. "It's not going to be like that…"

"What? But he's your husband," she said. I glared at her and looked around, seeing if anyone would be hearing us.

"Actually, he's just a fiancé," I said quietly. "He's not my husband yet."

"Yet," she repeated.

"Ugh… I'm getting a headache…"

"Let's go to class, the bell's going to ring…"

"Ew… I hate school."

"Ahahaha… don't worry, you're going to graduate next year."

Even though I love Grandpa more than anything in the world… I do have my rights in the engagement. So sure, I had to say yes and marry this guy. BUT, I had to have some of my own restrictions on the marriage.

Flashback

"Eh? Rules?" said Syaoran blankly.

He, Grandpa, and I were at a fancy restaurant. Syaoran sat next to me, as usual, as Grandpa sat opposite of us.

"Yep," I said as I took out a piece of paper of what I had already written out. Grandpa chuckled merrily.

"My, Sakura," he said. "You sure know how to take care of yourself."

"Yep," I repeated as I gave him the paper. Both Syaoran, who had his glasses on this time, and Grandpa looked at the paper. It was typed, of course. I wanted them to take it seriously.

However, to my disappointment, Grandpa laughed.

"What?" I said, a little pissed.

"Transfer schools?" said Grandpa. "Part of the reason why I wanted Syaoran to marry you was because you went to the same school that he was working and he could keep an eye on you."

"What?!" I said. "That's not fair, Grandpa. What if everyone knows? And I become to center of gossip throughout the rest of my high school years?!"

Syaoran looked at me solemnly. He didn't laugh, unlike Grandpa. I respected him a little for doing that.

But I wonder if he was just sad…

"We could keep it a secret," he suggested. "At school… we could just pretend like nothing has ever happened between us."

I sighed. Guess that could work.

"Alright then," said Grandpa as he scribbled something on the paper with a pen offered by a maid.

"So… keep your last name?" he continued. "Sakura, what would be the fun in that?"

"Please Grandpa," I snapped. "Don't act stupid."

Grandpa sighed this time. "Fine, fine," he said. "But, I'm not going to let you transfer out of Syaoran's class."

I stared at him.

Ah yes, I only had one class with Syaoran, since his only subject was math.

"…"

"Sakura, I want you to be at least in one class with him," he stated the obvious. He didn't wait for my protest, and scribbled out my third and last rule.

I looked at Syaoran, who had an expressionless face. I couldn't tell if he was just normal… or maybe worse.

"And I have something I want from you," Grandpa added as he gave the maid the paper. She nodded and bowed.

"What…?" I said nervously.

"You're going to live with him."

"GEH?!"

"Be reasonable, Sakura," he said. "I need someone to take care of you while I am recovering."

"What are you talking about?" I said. "You're not going to…?"

He shook his head. "I won't be able to do much this time," he said. "I have to have regular check ups to the hospital… and I want someone who can watch over you when I'm not there."

"Grandpa," I said. "I'm fine by—"

"Sakura, you promised me," he said, finally stern. I flinched. Grandpa in angry mode was a red alert.

"F-fine…" I said, blushing. He smiled again.

"Thank you dear," he said. "Now, let's eat!"

Three maids immediately brought plates of food. We all ate silently, with Grandpa blithely commenting on the food. I looked at Syaoran, who ate quietly. He didn't even take one glimpse at me.

Jerk.

Ew… how come I care?

After dinner, Grandpa went on ahead, while Syaoran and I lagged behind.

"Sakura…" he said finally. I looked up at him. His face looked weird.

"What…?" I said uncertainly. He sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Eh?"

He put his left hand on his neck, looking slightly strained. "You… really don't want to do this right?"

"Uh…"

His face looked nearly pitiful. Could he be feeling guilty? Maybe… even sad? Of all the things that I was going for, I didn't get to think about his feelings. Did he like me… that much?

"Well… it's alright, I guess…" I said slowly. "I mean, you are a sensible guy…"

He looked at me, surprised by my remark.

"Sakura…" he said.

I smiled at him. "It's okay," I said. "I mean… what's the worse that can happen?"

He finally smiled. I hated to admit it, but he looked pretty hot right…

GAH! I have to stop thinking that way!

He took my left hand with his own and held it firmly. "Then, is this okay?" he asked.

"Eh… yeah…" I said timidly.

We both walked out together and driver said, "Aw…"

I glared at him.

End of Flashback

So in conclusion, our engagement was kept a secret (except for the principal) from the school and I got to keep my last name. But I still had to be in a class with him and I still had to live with him. I don't have to share a room with him, but I have to acknowledge him as my husband, even though we didn't officially marry yet (which Grandpa said we were going to anyway). Aiyah…

Grandpa and Tomoyo told me that I would eventually fall in love with him. Psh, yeah right, in their dreams.

And even if I did, I would be extremely curious as to how I would fall in love with him.

Tomoyo walked with me to first period, which the late bell rang shortly after I entered the room. The class was loud and talkative as usual. I shoved the chain that had my ring inside my shirt.

As soon as I sat down on my desk, my other friends, Naoko, Chiharu, and Rika, crowded around me.

"Sakura-chan, can we see it again?!" they squealed.

"Wha—?"

"Your ring, silly!"

"Oh… right," I said dully as I brought the chain. The ring glowed brightly from the sunlight.

My friends oohed and ahhed. It almost disgusted me.

"You guys saw this for the thirtieth time by now," I said.

"Yeah I know, but it's so pretty," said Rika. "And its real isn't it? Almost two carats."

"Eh…"

"Your boyfriend must be really rich," said Naoko.

Ah yeah, he is. Yelan owns a fashion company which is really popular in Japan too.

"Ah… yeah I guess," I said aloud.

"Hey, let's meet him!" said Chiharu. "You never really talk about him much."

"Oh well… he works," I said truthfully. "And… he's really busy."

"Aw…"

Tomoyo was my only friend who knew about the whole ordeal, since she was family too. As for everyone else… I'll just tell them later.

"Settle down class." The teacher came in.

First period went through like a breeze, though I was dreading second, which was math. And I had to see that smirking idiot again.

I went to class slowly, with Rika and Tomoyo this time. Rika didn't know what was going on, so she was worried about my annoyed face. Tomoyo just giggled.

We went to class, with Syaoran not being there, as usual. He always came late. Before he would come in, almost all the girls would tidy up and reapply their make up (there were very few guys). Yeah, he was that popular. I mean come on; he's only twenty-three.

I sat down next to Rika and Tomoyo, slowly putting my notebook on the table.

"Sakura-chan, why are you always so tense when it comes to this class?" asked Rika.

"Eh, it's math, Rika-chan," I said. "I hate it…"

And I hate Syaoran.

The door opened, and Syaoran casually stepped in. He didn't wear his ring and wore it in a necklace, like me. Though I didn't see it; I think he hid it in his shirt.

"Good morning everyone," he said pleasantly, as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The girls all squealed good morning to him back.

"Wow, so many beautiful faces," he said grinning. "Did you all have a nice Sunday?"

"Yes!"

Typical.

He looked at me deviously, and I knew that he was going to call me to say my homework answers the minute he opens his math book. I glowered at him, daring him to.

Unfortunately, he didn't get fazed by my death glare.

"Kinomoto!" he said. "Say the answers for questions one through fourteen."

You're SO dead.

"Man, for a husband, he sure is rough," Tomoyo whispered. She and I sat down on the benches outside; lunch period had just started.

"Gives me a reason for me to kill him," I said through clenched teeth. I unwrapped my lunch box, and stared at the meal that lay before me.

It was elegantly made, with almost all my favorite foods. In other words, he was really good at cooking.

"Well, you should at least forgive him for making you a good lunch," she laughed.

"Maybe…" I said. Something cold tapped me on the side of my head, and I whipped around to see who it was.

Not to my surprise, Syaoran was smirking down at me, holding a soda can to my face.

"Don't eat to fast, or you'll choke," he said as he offered me the soda. I grabbed it fiercely and chugged it down. He merely chuckled.

I looked around; there were barely any people outside. Most of the students were at the cafeteria.

Syaoran must have noticed that fact too, for he sat down next to me and wiped a crumb from the tempura I had just finished from my mouth. My heart skipped a beat.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" I exclaimed, nearly choking.

"What?" he said innocently.

"Why did you do THAT?!"

"I can't do that to my wife?" he said.

"Well—" I started.

Then I shrieked when he ate the crumb from his finger.

"Almost like an indirect kiss!" he sang. Tomoyo had to restrain me from punching him on the face.

"You…!" I started. The bell rang; lunch period was over.

"I'll see you later honey," he said and walked away. I was breathing heavily from my anger and frustration.

"Chill out Sakura-chan," said Tomoyo. "You know that he can do that, remember?"

"Ugh… Tomoyo-chan, I wish you didn't say that."

"Sorry…"

When school was over, it had started raining. Oh great.

"Sakura-chan, do you need a ride?" asked Tomoyo, who walked down with me down the hall.

"Nah, it's alright," I said. "It's not that bad."

It was pouring.

"Ah, Sakura-chan, I think I should—" she began.

"I'm okay, Tomoyo-chan," I said. "Go home, I'll be fine."

"O… okay…" she said hesitantly. Then she went to her limo and I was left alone, staring at the rain. I bet Syaoran's already home by now… his shift ends after fifth period.

I took a deep breath and went to my bike, which was already soaking wet. "Perfect," I muttered as I tried to wear my helmet. I was already wet anyway…

As soon as I hitched up my bike, I heard a familiar shout.

"Sakura!"

I turned around in disbelief. It was Syaoran, running towards me, as drenched as I was.

"Syao…?" I started.

"Hey! Why didn't you call me?!" he said as he hugged me.

"Wh-why are you here?" I said. I was actually grateful for the warm hug.

"Because, I was worried about you of course," he said. He took out his jacket and put it around me.

"Did you run all the way here?" I asked, amazed.

"Yeah," he said.

"You could've brought your car."

"Well, the bike wouldn't fit then."

I gawked at him and he grinned as he took the bike. "Hop on."

I slowly went on the bike, hesitantly circling my arms around his stomach. He began to ride the bike, a little faster than I usually did.

The rain seemed so cold, but somehow I was unaffected by it. Maybe because… Syaoran was here…

I pressed my face on his back.

Maybe Syaoran… is… the perfect guy…

When we got home, he got towels for the both of us. Then he made tea, and we both sat down on the dining room table, drinking the beverage and watching the rain fall. I know I'll probably hate myself for saying this but…

"Hey Syaoran…" I said.

He looked up at me. "Yeah?"

"Th-thanks… for worrying about me."

He beamed. "No problem. But…"

Then he was frowning.

"Eh? What?" I said.

"Where's my 'thank you' kiss?" he teased.

And maybe… he's not.

"You… IDIOT!"

To be continued…

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